Luyện nghe bài hát Canvas

out of star-light,
The innocent lifetime and flashes
a canvas, No.
Nobody seems it,
While the sophisticated,
And the is so restrained.
The is nearing closer,
And I fear.

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

And while the isn't silver,
We're verging on the of the road that'll take us home.

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

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

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

(Chorus instrumental)

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

And all,
the one who taught me love,
was not,
for everybody.

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

unnatural path,
It infinitely,
But my is crumbling.
Let it
the abyss,
In the midst of it won't exist.

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