Luyện nghe bài hát Canvas

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

So just cut the bullshit,
And me who's independent.
twiddling and your life's escaping your mind.
in mind,
Well the air ain't as as it used to be,
But quite alright when you're still eighteen, it seems-
to be,
And tell you who's overrated.
What's a beautiful person some hideous dreams?

And the lining isn't silver,
We're verging on the side of the 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 just a droplet of paint 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 universe 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 a damn
you,
Or inhibitions.

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

However,
I'm starting to see world
in the light,
Yet it gets 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 midst of summer it exist.

emptiness,
it's a blank slate,
for a painter to interfere.
It's complex,
but what do I