Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

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

I thought you listening

I you were listening

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


Oh you think so special
That no law meant for you
You come and go the goddess you are
mere mortals below
Fingertips run your hair
We are mere mortals
Are to be peons
Are meant to be
Are to be dismissible objects
One with
One with
Poor pitiful
The in heartbreak
The in caring
The winner in miniscule method of wearing
Your on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My, my for you
for you
Do you think a book
Some kind of a
You can rest your on when you're able
Red star of
An idiocy
My for you
Poor creature
To notice the
The self
The self of you
Dear
We do you regal
We do you haughty
We do love to look upon your perfect
The on your shoulders
The smell of your
The taste of your vulva and on it
We all really you
And you have no
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 above
Leave a upon the wake
That no one ever tries to
waiting for you
of you
Is way of dying
Is way of dying
I'm clawing your
'Til your collarbone
Piercing nipples 'til I bite them off
I scratch face and bite your shoulders
Way caring
Way caring
And your Kotex
Kotex jukebox
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high heels and
Your leather dress
now sweating, waiting for you
In tincture
Your white bathrobe
white tiles run red now
Are we both now?
The liquid exchange of our
The liquid of our heart
Are we dead now?
way above caring
Your on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My
My for you
My for you
You're way beyond
Your heart on your
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My for you
Oblivious to
to caring
Oblivious to
Leave a trail upon the
no one ever tries to take
waiting for you
Because of you
Is way of dying
way above caring
Oblivious to
Oblivious to
You poor pitiful
The of feeling
The one who you is the winner,
It's
The in heartbreak
The winner in
The winner in every miniscule method of
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
Your heart on your sleeve
My for you
We meant to be peons
We're meant to be
Mere below
Meant to be
to be dismissible objects 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 your
A billowing heart


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

Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
to caring
Are we really dead
Are we both now?