Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

You actually care
for you is no beginning
You're not there

I you were listening

I thought you listening

I understand you think above it
The sense of the sky
The feeling of billowing
The run through your hair
run through your hair


Oh you you're so special
That there's no law for you
You and go like the goddess you are
We're mere mortals
Fingertips run through your
We are mortals below
Are to be peons
Are to be servants
Are meant to be dismissible
One fucks
One with
Poor creature
The winner in
The in caring
The winner in every miniscule method of
Your heart on sleeve
A red star of
An idiocy
My, my for you
for you
Do you we're a book
Some of a table
You can rest your feet on when you're
Red of idiocy
An idiot's
My for you
pitiful creature
To notice the
The deprivation
The self of you
Dear
We do like you
We do you haughty
We do love to look upon your body
The hair on shoulders
The of your armpit
The taste of your and everything on it
We all love you
And you no meaning
You don't see us
You never caring
You go do you do
You do it for you
No one exists you
You're way caring
Leave a upon the wake
That no one tries to take
waiting for you
of you
Is way of dying
Is way of dying
I'm your chest
'Til collarbone bleeds
Piercing your 'til I bite them off
I scratch your face and your shoulders
Way caring
Way above
And your jukebox
Your Kotex
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high heels and
Your leather dress
now sweating, waiting for you
In your
Your opium bathrobe
white tiles run red now
Are we dead now?
The liquid of our heart
The liquid exchange of our
Are we both now?
You're way caring
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
My
My for you
My for you
You're way caring
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
My for you
to caring
Oblivious to
to caring
Leave a trail upon the
That no one tries to take
Because for you
Because of you
Is another way of
You're way above
to caring
Oblivious to
You poor pitiful
The of feeling
The one who you is the winner,
It's
The in heartbreak
The winner in
The in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
Your heart on your sleeve
My for you
We meant to be peons
We're to be peons
Mere mortals
Meant to be
Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks
Oh, oh, oh so special
No law for you
You come and go like the you are
The run through your hair
A billowing heart


What a feeling
To be so
So
An idiocy
My for you
You think I'm a book or a
You can rest your feet on
When able
The taste of vulva, everything on it
The hair on your
The of your armpit
We do love you, to look your perfect body
We you regal
We you haughty
Oblivious to
to caring

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