Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

You don't actually
for you is no beginning
You're not there

I thought you listening

I thought you were

I you think you're above it
The adolescent of the sky
The feeling of billowing
The fingertips run your hair
They run your hair


Oh you think so special
there's no law meant for you
You and go like the goddess you are
We're mortals below
run through your hair
We are mortals below
Are meant to be
Are to be servants
Are to be dismissible objects
One with
One with
Poor creature
The winner in
The in caring
The winner in miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your
A red star of
An idiot's
My, my for you
for you
Do you we're a book
Some of a table
You can rest your on when you're able
Red star of
An idiot's
My for you
Poor creature
To the pining
The deprivation
The flagellation of you
worshippers
We do you regal
We do like you
We do love to look upon perfect body
The hair on your
The smell of your
The taste of vulva and everything on it
We all love you
And you have no
You don't see us
You were caring
You go do you do
You do it for you
No one exists you
way above caring
Leave a trail upon the
no one ever tries to take
Because for you
of you
Is another way of
Is way of dying
I'm clawing chest
'Til your collarbone
Piercing your nipples I bite them off
I your face and bite your shoulders
Way caring
Way caring
And Kotex jukebox
Your jukebox
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high heels and
Your leather dress
now sweating, waiting for you
In your
opium white bathrobe
Your white run red now
Are we dead now?
The exchange of our heart
The exchange of our heart
Are we dead now?
way above caring
Your heart on sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My
My for you
My for you
You're way caring
Your heart on your
A red star of
An idiot's
My for you
Oblivious to
to caring
Oblivious to
Leave a trail upon the
no one ever tries to take
Because for you
Because of you
Is way of dying
way above caring
Oblivious to
Oblivious to
You pitiful creature
The of feeling
The one who you is the winner,
It's
The winner in
The winner in
The winner in every method of wearing
Your heart on sleeve
A red star of
An idiocy
Your heart on your fuckin'
My for you
We meant to be peons
We're to be peons
Mere below
to be servants
Meant to be dismissible one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh you're so
No law for you
You come and go the goddess you are
The fingertips run through hair
A billowing heart


What a glorious
To be so
So
An idiocy
My for you
You I'm a book or a table
You can rest fuckin' feet on
When you're
The taste of vulva, everything on it
The on your shoulders
The of your armpit
We do love you, to look upon your body
We love you
We you haughty
to caring
Oblivious to

Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Oblivious to
Are we really now?
Are we dead now?