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 is nearing closer,
And I fear.

So let's cut the bullshit,
And tell me independent.
Thumbs twiddling and your life's escaping mind.
in mind,
Well the air ain't as free as it to be,
But that's quite alright when you're eighteen, it seems-
to be,
And i'll tell you overrated.
What's a person with some hideous dreams?

And while the lining silver,
We're verging on the of the road that'll take us home.

The of us is getting weighed,
about your life in your local papers.
Realize,
The end of us is near,
just a droplet of paint trickled off your canvas.

Delirious flowing backwards through the river of color,
we analyze to try to see it clearer.
Secretly to a lonely prisoner,
Now what's vision?

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

(Chorus instrumental)

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

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

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

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

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