Luyện nghe bài hát Bulbs of Passion

I sit queasy, jittered,
The toll that looms, the
(Cows)
I
I when my judge clutches
Questioning my of an ego underfed

of passion
Bulbs of

Place it on the bureau
Let the interests rip apart the
No one's with merely a cut
So sabotage their own livelihood

The structure is teetering but intact
The parts all but the fuse is lit
Teeth scrape on the last fossil
I wanna to crumble but I slit

And it in my hand but they're sweating
for now, but soon forget
The tears are from the love in her eyes
The hated gonna eat me alive

of passion
Bulbs of
Bulbs of
Bulbs of