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 past is closer,
And I fear.

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

And the lining isn't silver,
We're on the side 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 trickled off your canvas.

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

Initiate your shading, the universe together in time,
It only 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 still darker.
You see,
just a simple symphony,
Or a
Whatever.

This 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,
waiting for a to interfere.
quite complex,
but do I know?