Luyện nghe bài hát Braile

It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every teen,
The minutes are hours, the are days,
I infected by your presence, you speak in tounges,
I smell the lies dancing on blackened lungs,

I whispered in her
me dear, for I am Death,
I'll your hope, your dreams, your love,
Till there's left

I in her ear:
You better me dear, for I am Death,
And I'll take that shit you a life,
In a single fucking

I'll your hope,
I'll your fucking dreams,
I'll your love,
I'll take you fucking bitch,

I'll steal the diamonds your eyes,
I'll your promises into lies,
I'll steal the diamonds from eyes,
turn your promises into lies,

It's 3:18, mouth tastes the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The hours are days, the are dead,
I infected by your presence, you speak in tounges,
I smell the dancing on your blackened lungs,

I hear the fear in your voice, but you feel a thing,
Your already worse than any pain that I could bring,
That I bring,
That I bring,

I make it December every day,
But so blind, it may as well be May,

And I in her ear:
You fear me dear, for this is Death
And I in her ear:
Fear me, 'cause I am

One time,

I whispered in her
me dear, for I am Death,
I'll everything you ever loved

I whispered in her
You better me, for I am Death.
For I am Death.
For I am