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

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

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

Old times, hello, hey, I've you
Old life, hey now, let me in
Because you win on issue
Now, can I you
you care how long it's been
It has so many years, I lived my yearning
But in bed, it led me through
They bloom on what was burning
And it grew, the fire

And now with nothing to
It's turned on me in my glass
Where burn, you think I'm finished
I'm not winning
Well, go on,

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

And we'll take this man almost passed out
Cause pretty sure he needs a hand
He says he stand
And when we him up
He asks us where ship will land
But he knows we know it coming down
He we know we'll fly so far
Til finally hold him in all around
Til he forgets the
Til he forgets the way
Real sometimes are

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