Luyện nghe bài hát Black Glass

Can you see not seeing yourself?
the question

If I the back of a sheet of glass black
What I is so complex you can never make your way back
To vanity instilled in
villains with the greatest weapon of all time
A connection to your outer and mind
Body and soul never conceive

Or believe in a without a mirror image
It's a scrimmage when the mirror has two faces
And you figure out which face is yours
How would the function
If you didn't know which was yours?

You could a face and, like, make it yours
Make hate
If the way to take to your physical
Existed in a lake or a
In a dream or a tear on a

If there were no on the walls, all along the halls
And hallways and and shortcuts and back ways
And alleyways and corners or lobbies and stands
And along the ceilings in stores
And at and restaurants and bathrooms
And back and living rooms and churches
work is, where birth is
In hospitals and and banks

A lot less would be seen, you would gotten away
She would've a victim
I would have been charged and locked bars
Wishing there were mirrors on
All the halls
And hallways and pathways and shortcuts and back
And alleyways and corners and and concession stands
And along the ceilings in grocery

You can't it all
Some must fall
You it that way
'Til it all blows

You can't it all
Some must fall
You it that way
'Til it all blows

Can you see yourself not seeing
Unless you're looking into the sea or you're seeing else
Who in the same tone or walks with a similar step
When you're up the paper and the morning dew is wet

Or playing in a game and fool is dripping sweat
Or you're bending a glass table putting down your bet
On a world with an over attributes so set
On a physical vehicle decorated, displayed from the

Get low esteem, add it with DNA and
Then you can say the hate for self in reflections
Get low esteem, add it with DNA and
Then you can say the hate for self in reflections

No clear views or views
Freeways would be overcrowded with
And middle fingers be thrown up in faces
As as compact mirrors can be found in purses
Life would be the worstest, or would it be a

No seven years bad luck for breaking the reflective glass
More productivity women wouldn't be back and forth in bathrooms
To refreshen ass
Less time and money be wasted on
Pathetic cosmetic merchandise to entice
And glamor girls would a shit fit
And Michael Jackson still be black, ya know?

You made it way
it all blows away

I will not stare if you not talk
I will not if you will not talk
I will not stare if you will not
I will not stare if you not talk

You stop it all
Some things fall
You it that way
'Til it all away

You can't it all
Some must fall
You made it way
it all blows away

I not stare if you will not talk
I will not stare if you not talk
I will not stare if you not talk
I will not stare if you will not

take a drink
Nobody's

A one won't hurt us