Luyện nghe bài hát Black Light District

Blaming infection
For the in him
Little knowledge of the
him and his kin

Old, grey, bitter, anxious and
Like a wallflower once
Withered to apparent

Apparently he had no
To harbour the
He'd inside.
Apparently he left his
the trust
That within

Blaming the
Crying the
the pain
Leaving the emptiness

Walk, I walk
For I am blind, I am
By the pitch of dark, so is it
The street, never ending narrow
my throat

I try,
Try to walk, by the pitch
The darkness, clogs the street
I am
I am

puts a rush on my steps
As I into the spinning depth
The end is not near the sight I am hoping for
And all the light that the way for me
Is the and will for the end to see

The bright light is the end of the black light