Luyện nghe bài hát Cheraderama

in the stroboscope... Yes, now you see me, now you don't.
Tonight I'm in black, I mourn the death of colour. Hopeless,
crying in my wine through hour; trace the lines that crawl across
my and round my eyes. Watch the ballerinas fly on powder clouds
through six dimensions, seeing the patterns on the wall. Cold eyes
for a space 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 I'll protect you if
only look into my eyes. Chose your masks and raise your armour. Eyes
for Cheraderama!