Luyện nghe bài hát Braille

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

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

And it was raining cats and dogs of her window
And she knew they were to become sacred road kill on the way
And she was to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about and, puddles and mistakes

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

never could carry a tune
She thought about this irony as she back at the moon
She was tracing the years with her fingers on her
Saying why don't I again

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

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

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