Luyện nghe bài hát Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel

Pull down the shades, let's kill the
Let's the morning, let it die
Well, your eyes out a warning
There will be another morning, afternoon and

long hours sick with singing
Sick with the same song
In the walls, soon be drinking
Let's my check and drink along

Old times, hello, hey, missed you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on every
Now, can I you
Don't you care how long it's
It has been so many years, I my yearning
But in every bed, it led me
They only on what was burning
And it grew, the grew

And now nothing to consume
It's turned on me in my room
Where I'll burn, you I'm finished
Think I'm not
Well, go on,

So, take me, I'm yours, morning
Sparkling stars line your lights as they lift off the street corner this clown has yet leaned against
I'll let all these fine fold into me
The warmth from the space lights illumines the sea as the laughingest mouths open, but we set them sighing
We'll them flying

And we'll take this man left almost out
Cause pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he can't
And we pick him up
He asks us where this ship land
But he knows we know it isn't coming
He knows we know fly so far
Til finally hold him in all around
Til he the ground
Til he the crawling way
Real people are

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