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 wasn't used to embrace

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

The meat and
in trembling words
To spread an of sensation
Blows my veins

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

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

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

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

The brain regions and landscapes
Behind the window and the
The
leads me away
Out of 43°
break my grave
Hardly and

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