Luyện nghe bài hát Black Lungs

My are turning black.
Here a panic attack.
day is a struggle to stay on track.
I've had enough of consumed by your poison.
These are my of distress.
I confess.
It's getting harder to see through a thick of green smoke.
The I inhale, the harder I choke.
I'm a slave to the habit, slowly a zombie.
The higher I go, the the fall.
The closer we get, the less I you all.
The I go, the bigger the fall.
It's time to tall.
control.
From summer nights at the to laying low in the dark, temptation led to isolation.
I'm gasping for air, despair.
My are turning black.
comes a panic attack.
Every day is a struggle to on track.
had enough of being consumed by your poison.