Luyện nghe bài hát 43°

Crackles in my
That's not a
To fall asleep on a carpet of
And to a mournful disease

43° in my
And the sun blows my head
At the of this dying winter
My body used to embrace

Until the in my veins
The limit of degrees is
Before being considered as a dead
in my head
43 enough to all
Enough to all

The and chocolate
Struggling in words
To an idea of sensation
Blows my veins

A girl just sat next to me
Is reading a book
And she said to me

Her word, yes
You can my...
Her innocence,
Yes

A young girl just sat to me
Is reading a book
And she just to me

Her innocent
Yes you can
My pain to write lines
degrees are too strong

The brain infiltrates and landscapes
the window and the rail
The
That me away
Out of degrees
break my grave
Hardly and

And the word of innocent girl
That breaks my
And
The face of this girls
Rapes my