Luyện nghe bài hát 83rd Dream

Four crows to a wooden post
Bleed upon a field
An old way that I understand
It touched me for a day

Four crows nailed to a wooden
Bleed a barren field
An old way that I understand
You know, it kinda me for a day

There are no bright
Where the eagle
Suddenly me, inside me
I don't

I am
I am
Hey, hey

So psychedelic, driving the sun
Past the still sky trees and
To the the great relics have kissed you know
It kinda me for a day

are no bright skies
Where the eagle
inside me, inside me
I don't

I am
I am

Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
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