Luyện nghe bài hát & Delinquents

Visitor come to my room and see all the I made.
a while, I'm on the verge of laying it down.
A vagabond, and all his trash in to find his crown.

Your mind is like a candle stick, my ambitions are burning out.

I'd to, rain on your parade,
But everything you know is taken by flood,
You were blind but no hope.
Dig a but there's no blood,
Who am I to pretend, who am I to there is something less.
Than timelines and that drag you back to the floor, and cut your eyes out.

me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying.
I've exposed, this earth has pride in seeing my, most vulnerable state.

I find no humor in letting yourself away, from those pictures.
When they cause you to see shame in yourself, you can run from problems.
But they'll follow you a trend,
One shot to forgetting, six shots to in the end.

I was the king, of kings, I stand for one rule, and one for myself, as a man.
I fall and as my son you've watched it all.

Behind every mask, a man, who can't live in his own skin.
He lives by the flask, he bathes in his past, and he by his own sins.