Luyện nghe bài hát Skin Is, My

My is white as parchment
Drier than a downtown building
Where the air is
There's spent, resting on her bones
for the telephone to ring

Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,
Ba-ring, ba-ring,

My skin is cold as her
On the bathroom
Run back to bed and the door
Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it the ground
Oh, what a sound
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, a lovely

Skin is my, it's the thing
That doesn't fly in my land
And love, oh,
Is my, is
It's the thing that
in Thailand

Let it be printed on every T-shirt in land
On the of cottons and the hippest of brands
On bolder letters the capital I
It's the thing, it's the only thing
It's the only lonely,

My skin is white as
than a downtown office building
Where the air is
There's spent waiting for that
Macrame of prey
To down and sing

La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,
La-ling, la-ling,

Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely

Oh, what a sound
Oh, how it shakes the
Oh, what a lovely
Oh, how it the ground
Oh, what a sound
Oh, oh a lovely sound