Luyện nghe bài hát Canvas

out of star-light,
The innocent flickers and flashes
a canvas, No.
Nobody seems it,
the feeling's sophisticated,
And the is so restrained.
The past is closer,
And I fear.

So just cut the bullshit,
And me who's independent.
Thumbs twiddling and life's escaping your mind.
in mind,
Well the air as free as it used to be,
But that's quite alright when you're eighteen, it seems-
to be,
And tell you who's overrated.
a beautiful person with some hideous dreams?

And the lining isn't silver,
verging on the side of the road that'll take us home.

The edge of us is weighed,
about your life in your local papers.
Realize,
The end of us is near,
You're a droplet of paint trickled off your canvas.

Delirious illusions flowing backwards the river of color,
we analyze to try to see it clearer.
Secretly to a lonely prisoner,
Now your vision?

Initiate your shading, blend the together in time,
It only a little easier.
Suddenly you yourself back together. Now,
What's vision?

(Chorus instrumental)

And I don't,
Want to to give a damn
you,
Or inhibitions.

And all,
You're the one who me love,
was not,
for everybody.

However,
I'm to see this world
in the light,
Yet it gets darker.
You see,
It's a simple symphony,
Or a
Whatever.

This path,
It infinitely,
But my is crumbling.
Let it
the abyss,
In the midst of summer it exist.

emptiness,
it's just a slate,
waiting for a to interfere.
quite complex,
but do I know?