Luyện nghe bài hát Appollo I: The Writing Writer

In these that crash my ears
I now stomach this in
With the turn I gathered name as the son
Who by I would come
this wire I might cut
Atop this of loss and lust

I'll gravitate you
I in the now hate you
I'll make you wish you burned our time before
I'll live through this in a manner cursed at my own

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

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

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

(There is no for mistakes, my children.
For as I have told, today is the day I die.
I'm I never played the part as your father,
As I have
And from the looks on your
It seems that's all you've asked of me
It is time for you to go these worlds alone
all of my love.
I'm sorry, but I love you all so much.)

I'll make you wish you hadn't burned our before
live through this in a manner cursed at my own accord
(I don't to go!)

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

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

Only I don't even of you
No, girl, I don't want to of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,