Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones

In the of the city
was a bag of bones
Who through the shadows
His name was Berkstrum

He had a and kid at home
in the mills all day
As his own name in his
Had faded 'way

He's stuck with no purpose
No for him to live
For he's already
All that got to give

A van picked him up
And they quickly him in
Where his mind it was up
And his began to spin

He inside some factory
'bove the metal chips
Where finally found his use
Inside of eraser

Now his story isn't
His ghost howls and moans
Screams out every story
the Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones