Luyện nghe bài hát Depressionista

Trained in the art of
The arts be unmoved in their midst
We came down, down,
From that high and now we're for more

We're now
And we are uninterrupted by the of it all
We're around, around, around
Like the currency of the friendless

One pony and the parlor
big enough for the both of us

'Til death do we
We're so full of
'Til do we rock?
You keep it

'Til death do we
so full of shit
'Til death do we
You're still it

The closed of stimulus
That runs between and guilt
Is winding around the heart

Our orbits are collapsing themselves
We're retreating the vogue
Where we're sucking the blood from the necks of

Beg for the scraps of
That piled up the bar
we try and try and try
We get the melodies

But we remember the
We're parasites, we are
In the way we bring other down
We were oh so to the start when they finished us

Aim the mast at the
Aim the mast at the
And us to the belly of the whale

'Til do we rock?
so full of shit
'Til do we rock?
You keep it

The closed of stimulus
That between fashion and guilt
Is winding tighter around the

Our orbits are collapsing themselves
But we stand in the traffic
To the grand of God unmoved