Luyện nghe bài hát Black Sheep Boy, Pt4

Bleeding sheep boy
Mirror in
the receiver
Trace the station
to my number
And my reasons
For this paranoia and accusations
Each night that the numbers paired off like lovers collided together, so I can't remember my or my nation.
Bathe black boy
Go back beyond the
You out my head
And in battered mustang, in the back seat will be your bed.
black sheep boy
Dark denim
Face full of flames, ears full of cheers have fandom
I'd slice off the horns the sprung right from temples
I was chased my bedroom
I was chased from my by fear of the numbers paired off like lovers
Colliding together so I remember my face or my station
Pacing black boy
The floor wont support you
You hover through the
Get in your battered mustang, and the back will be your tomb

And I rode into and I found a hotel room
I tried to escape you
But the phone line wouldn't go
And inside the mirror I saw you stand there staring out
I don't your eyes, your mouth, or any other lines that come flying out
Nothing I've heard from you sane or safe, words falling down from the ceiling where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both
The night that we're peeling and the black pool of your shadow, you cracked out of my head
Go back beyond the pasture or I'll smash your mirror 'till dead.