Luyện nghe bài hát Cheraderama

in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don't.
Tonight I'm dressed in black, I mourn the of colour. Hopeless,
crying in my wine through hour; trace the lines that crawl across
my face and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on clouds
through six dimensions, seeing just the on the wall. Cold eyes
searching for a that's warm enough to take them through the night.
There's only & white. Express. We never touch, we only press.
Can taste the desperation in your breath, I swear that protect you if
you'd only look into my eyes. Chose your masks and raise your armour.
for Cheraderama!