Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Son

At the
Where they go on
It takes
Just to slake that

heels
And a post rate
Bad for your
Blistered

To my well youre getting close
So say
The conjecturers the rose
stay high

On

Sometimes it
Like the worlds with feathers
gum
Just it together

A son
I am
son
I am

You can it
But it come easy
Its a
So

It solid
When old
And
Takes no to make me click

To my well youre getting close
The tension
Defy and accept the rose
Dont high

On

Who was it said
The is my oyster?
I like a nympho
in a cloister

son
I am
son
I am

Face
You stumble
Victim of your pretensions
me

Face
You ahead
Rival to the pretensions
me

son
I am
son
I am