Luyện nghe bài hát Appollo I: The Writing Writer

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

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

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 of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

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

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

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

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

So come on bitch, why you laughing now
(You me here 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 don't even of you
No, I want to think of you anymore
Goodnight, tonight,
Goodnight, tonight,

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