Luyện nghe bài hát Apollo I: The Writing Writer

In words that crash my ears
I now stomach in fear
With the I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who by fire I come
Through this I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and

I'll gravitate you
I will in the now you

I'll you wish
You hadn't burned our time
I'll live this in a manner
Cursed at my own

If my shame spills our across this floor
tonight, goodnight, I'm burning star IV
Only I even think of you
No, I want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

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

If my shame spills our worth across floor
tonight, goodnight, I'm burning star IV
Only I even think of you
No, I want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

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

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

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

Only I don't think of you
No good life, don't want to think of you
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,