Luyện nghe bài hát 43°

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

43° in my
And the sun inside my head
At the light of dying winter
My body wasn't used to

Until the in my veins
The limit of is reached
Before being as a clinic dead
43° in my
43 enough to all
to flow all

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

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

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

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

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

The brain infiltrates regions and
Behind the window and the
The
That leads me
Out of degrees
break my grave
Hardly and

And the of this innocent girl
That my life
And
The of this innocent girls
Rapes my