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 my head
At the of this dying winter
My wasn't used to embrace

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

The meat and
in trembling words
To an idea of sensation
Blows through my

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

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

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

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

The brain infiltrates and landscapes
the window and the rail
The
leads me away
Out of 43°
That break my
and slowly

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