Luyện nghe bài hát 43°

Crackles in my
not a shame
To asleep on a carpet of dead
And to have a disease

43° in my
And the sun blows inside my
At the of this dying winter
My body wasn't to embrace

Until the crackling in my
The of degrees is reached
being considered as a clinic dead
43° in my
43 to flow all
Enough to all

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

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

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

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

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

The brain regions and landscapes
Behind the and the rail
The
That me away
Out of degrees
That my grave
and slowly

And the word of innocent girl
That my life
And
The face of this innocent
my life