Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Son

At the
they go on weekdays
It hours
Just to slake thirst

Heavy
And a post rate
Bad for your
toes

To my wheel youre getting close
So say
The reject the rose
Dont stay

On

it feels
Like the worlds with feathers
gum
Just it together

A son
I am
son
I am

You can it
But it wont come
Its a
So

It gets
youre old
And
Takes no leverage to me click

To my wheel well youre close
The tension
Defy conjecture and the rose
Dont high

On

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

son
I am
son
I am

Face
You stumble
Victim of your rival
me

Face
You stumble
Rival to the pretensions
me

son
I am
son
I am