Luyện nghe bài hát Appollo I: The Writing Writer

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

I'll towards you
I in the now hate you
I'll make you you hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this in a cursed at my own accord

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

In my presence you might
Through this fiction I must
Your death to grace the of my character
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 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 been told, is the day I die.
I'm sorry I played the part as your father,
As I have
And from the on your faces
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 burned our time before
I'll live through in a manner cursed 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 you laughing now

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

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