Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Berkstrum Jones

In the slums of the
There was a bag of
Who through the shadows
His name was Berkstrum

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

stuck with no real purpose
No life for him to
For he's already
All that he's got to

A van picked him up
And they tossed him in
Where his mind it was up
And his world to spin

He awoke inside some
Dangling 'bove the chips
they finally found his use
Inside of eraser

Now his story peaceful
His ghost howls and moans
Screams out every story
Like the Ballad Of Jones