Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Son

At the
Where go on weekdays
It takes
Just to slake thirst

Heavy
And a post rate
Bad idea for
toes

To my wheel well getting close
So say
The conjecturers reject the
stay high

On

Sometimes it
Like the worlds stuffed with
gum
Just holding it

A son
I am
son
I am

You can it
But it wont easy
Its a
So

It solid
youre old
And
Takes no leverage to me click

To my wheel well getting close
The grows
Defy and accept the rose
Dont high

On

Who was it that
The world is my
I like a nympho
in a cloister

son
I am
son
I am

Face
You stumble
Victim of your pretensions
me

Face
You stumble
to the bitter pretensions
me

son
I am
son
I am