Luyện nghe bài hát Desolate City

We are liars we are
Scheming dildos dressed Keef
tragedy and false beliefs
We are liars we are

the dark street at two am
The creeping yeah we are them
So put your face on you of phlegm
We're the street at two am

Turn the heat up on my
Turn it up I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a desolate
And it hits a slap in the face
the dark horse this is the race
Slow in a desolate city

We are lions in a
Pet fueled on rage
We're the moonlight we're the
We are losers, we are

We are magic we are
A hand knuckles made of brass
We are good times, bad
We are the you never had

Turn the up on my soul
Turn it up I'm feeling so cold
Slow night in a city
And it like a slap in the face
We're the horse this is the race
Slow night in a city

(break)

We are the we are the storm
the idea and the form
We are loving we are
We are caught on tape

We are from a glass
We're the we suck ass
We're and torn apart
We are the ending - and the

So turn the heat up cause I'm feeling so
Turn it up till it burns my
the heat up on my soul
Turn it up cause I'm so cold
Slow night in a city
And it me like a slap in the face
You're the dark horse I am the
Slow in a desolate city

Slow night Slow night Slow in a desolate city ...