Luyện nghe bài hát Death Trip 21

The story of a man who did exist
of the skies died with no look in his eyes
sleepwalked the afterlife
in his sleep, his face incomplete
you`ve got a taste you`re playing with the stuff
don`t let it get under skin
i`ve seen eyes in the bottom of my glass
you died in your sleep your incomplete

One million miles away my afloat in speculation
you fill my dreams like sandman with the of hedonism and death
one million miles away my thoughts in speculation
you fill my dream like
with the taste of hedonism and
your dark resolve to change your
on the eve of your death and
heavy sleep deprivation
by death and intoxicated

The story of a man who did never
the surgeons had
found in barrels at a site
found dead with their nails out
he died in his his face incomplete

One million miles
my thoughts in speculation
you fill my dream like sandman the taste of hedonism and death
one million miles
my afloat in speculation

You got a taste you`re playing the dark stuff
don`t let it get your skin
the worlds overpopulated f**ked up
i`d hate to think you were the fun
you got a you`re playing with the dark stuff
let it get under your skin
i`ve seen your eyes in the bottom of my
you in your sleep
your incomplete.