Luyện nghe bài hát & Delinquents

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

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

I'd hate to, on your parade,
But you know is taken by this flood,
You were but there's no hope.
Dig a hole but no blood,
Who am I to pretend, who am I to recommend there is less.
timelines and whores 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 taken pride in my, most vulnerable state.

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

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

Behind every mask, 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.