Luyện nghe bài hát 4A-030401

It's always hardest to what you should
and you're never guiltier than your intentions are good
And held together
but my arms don't so far anymore and thought the situation taunts
and the sleepless energy of a stranger scrawls letters you avoid
the absorbed frenzy of isolation
and nostalgia makes reality of myths
and turns into indictment
These kill
And it makes sense that here
and it makes a mess to how far we're come
and how much further we've to