Luyện nghe bài hát Bulbs of Passion

I sit queasy, jittered,
The toll looms, the loss
(Cows)
I
I buckle my judge clutches
my treatment of an ego underfed

Bulbs of
Bulbs of

Place it here on the
Let the interests rip apart the
No one's satisfied merely a cut
So they sabotage own livelihood

The feeble structure is but intact
The parts all but the fuse is lit
Teeth on the last remaining fossil
I to crumble but instead I slit

And hold it in my hand but sweating
for now, but soon forget
The tears are flowing the love in her eyes
The hated feeling eat me alive

Bulbs of
of passion
Bulbs of
of passion