Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

She was on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she the baby Elvis
To up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and
From then on it was cold Campbell's the can
And they were two jerks playing with matches
that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and outside of her window
And she knew they were destined to become sacred kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of shaking
Thinking puddles and, puddles and mistakes

'Cause it's been turpentine and
It's been cold, Campbell's from the can
They were just two playing with matches
'Cause all they knew how to play
When they knew how to

Elvis could carry a tune
She thought this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing the with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I again

With and patches
With cold, cold from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing matches
It's that he's not around to play along, yeah

I'm still an asshole with candles
Blowing out wishes, blowing out
Just sitting here and trying to what
What's written in Braille my skin, oh yeah
On this

She was lying on the floor and stretch
She was lying on the and counting stretch
She was lying on the floor, lying, lying, lying and stretch