Luyện nghe bài hát 43°

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

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

the crackling in my veins
The of degrees is reached
Before being considered as a dead
in my head
43 enough to all
to flow all

The and chocolate
in trembling words
To spread an of sensation
through my veins

A young 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 weird
And she just to me

Her word
Yes you can
My to write those lines
When degrees are too

The brain infiltrates regions and
the window and the rail
The
That leads me
Out of 43°
That my grave
and slowly

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