Luyện nghe bài hát Black and White

Nothing makes my so wild as being
In possession of a night
Racing down the stairs in a nude
Shedding and discarding my
But the bold strokes crack so
And it's often I wonder why
at the slow-motion rate of surrender
Hanging to my as they dry
How can I something more than a new hell in which to fry
When I see in black and white?

There's a sinful of side of being
So contained, a bit like being
Stumbling through the background like a small town
Quietly my thoughts into my cupped hands
Folded and monk-like, at least that's I've always said
How does writing letters from the lonely margins
When is no hair on my head?
Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been led?
me, where then do I go instead?

When atonement in distant waves
I might wait until the to break
Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly
Staring through the of my face
Its a vulgar, part of being tethered to the world right now;
Spending all my to remain a member
Nothing in my but a scowl
Do I bother to define myself what they allow?
Have I already how?