Luyện nghe bài hát November Spawned A Monster

Sleep on and of love
Because its the you will get to love, oh
Poor twisted child, so ugly, so
Poor child, oh hug me, oh hug me

One
Spawned a monster in the shape of this child who cried
"But Jesus made me, so Jesus save me from pity,
And people me, this frame of useless limbs
What can make good all the bad thats done?"

And if the were out could you even bear
To kiss her on the mouth or anywhere, oh?
Poor twisted child, so ugly, so
Poor child, oh hug me, oh hug me

One
a monster in the shape of this child who must remain
A hostage to and the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness and the wheels her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers must pause and draw the

So sleep and dream of
'Cause its the closest you will get to
Ohh

That is the time which I must put out of my mind

Oh, one day let it be soon
She wont be or beautiful
But be walking your streets
In the clothes she went out and chose for herself