Luyện nghe bài hát Bluebell

Flies the air with the greatest disease
little pills and calls them trapeze

I know youre
you do is right
Everything I do is

Bluebell to
Lo and behold a girl a goal
Looks so old made out of gold

I youre right
you do is right
Everything I do is

to hell

I want to in the smallest corner
In the densest mind in the fuck room
And the stars they swing
From chandelier strings

I real love
You who you are
Youre dead meat
You dont try to a goddess

through the air with the greatest disease
Takes little pills and calls trapeze

I know right
you do is right
Everything I do is

Bluebell to
You are so