Luyện nghe bài hát Apollo 1: The Writing Writer

In these words that my ears
I now stomach this in
With the turn I gathered as the bastard's son
Who by I would come
this wire I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and

gravitate towards you
I in the now hate you

make you wish
You hadn't our time before
I'll through this in a manner
Cursed at my own

If my shame spills our worth this floor
Then tonight, goodnight, I'm star IV
Only I even think of you
No, I don't to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

In my presence you wake
Through this fiction I must
Your death to grace, the face of my
With these lessons he might
All the worlds from here must
For as God in the end we miss

If my shame spills our across this floor
Then tonight, goodnight, I'm star IV
Only I don't think of you
No, I don't want to of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

I'll you wish
You hadn't burned our before
I'll live through this in a
at my own accord
I want to go

So come on bitch, why you laughing now?
You left me to fend on my own
So cry on bitch, why aren't you now?

If my shame our worth across this floor
Then tonight, goodnight, I'm star IV
Only I don't think of you
No, I don't want to of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

I don't even think of you
No good life, don't to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,