Luyện nghe bài hát 8 of 9

These hospital walls are the of white
Here in this desert they're my last rites
The smell of halls
Brings comfort
As the oxygen through my blood
El was poisoned tonight...
on her eight of nine.

When half of all your are insincere,
The other are lies.
Here is this watermark this bridge.
The where it all crested,
Rolled back and drifted the sea.
I climb from wreckage
As the begins to clear from my lungs.
The of close calls has happened tonight.

It's time that I made things
For the time,
the last time.
Let moment of clarity
Lift this curse has been cast upon me.

the good times,
But don't take the for granted.
'cause you only get so many second