Luyện nghe bài hát Good-Bye

He lays the needle in the
And he asks the to come inside
Between his and forearm
The melody travels softly in the

He has his eyes
A battle rages in his
An army marches his bowel
The intestines become warm

is for you
was for you
Nothing remains for you

He takes the from the vein
The melody travels out of the
Violins with shrieking
Harps cut the
He has his eyes
But he is not