Luyện nghe bài hát & Delinquents

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

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

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

me, oh Saint, I'm bending, breaking, at my knees, praying.
I've exposed, earth has taken 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 to falling in the end.

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

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