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 happy trace the lines that crawl across
my face and round my eyes. Watch the fly on powder clouds
through six dimensions, seeing just the patterns on the wall. Cold
searching for a space that's warm to take them through the night.
There's only & white. Express. We never touch, we only press.
Can taste the desperation in breath, I swear that I'll protect you if
you'd only look into my eyes. your masks and raise your armour. Eyes
for Cheraderama!