Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

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

I you were listening

I thought you were

I understand you think above it
The adolescent of the sky
The feeling of heartbeats
The fingertips run through hair
run through your hair


Oh you you're so special
there's no law meant for you
You come and go like the you are
We're mere mortals
Fingertips run through your
We are mortals below
Are to be peons
Are meant to be
Are meant to be objects
One fucks
One fucks
Poor pitiful
The winner in
The in caring
The in every miniscule method of wearing
Your heart on your
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My, my for you
for you
Do you think a book
kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when you're
Red star of
An idiocy
My for you
Poor pitiful
To the pining
The self
The self of you
Dear
We do like you
We do like you
We do love to look upon your perfect
The hair on your
The smell of armpit
The of your vulva and everything on it
We all love you
And you have no
You don't see us
You were never
You go do you do
You do it for you
No one with you
You're way above
a trail upon the wake
That no one tries to take
waiting for you
of you
Is way of dying
Is another way of
I'm clawing chest
your collarbone bleeds
Piercing your nipples 'til I them off
I scratch face and bite your shoulders
Way above
Way caring
And Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high heels and
Your leather squeaking
Latex now sweating, for you
In your
Your opium white
Your white run red now
Are we both dead
The liquid exchange of our
The liquid of our heart
Are we both now?
You're way above
heart on your 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
to caring
Oblivious to
Oblivious to
a trail upon the wake
That no one tries to take
Because for you
thinking of you
Is way of dying
You're way caring
Oblivious to
to caring
You poor pitiful
The mistake of
The one who you is the winner,
It's
The winner in
The in caring
The winner in every miniscule of wearing
Your heart on your
A red star of
An idiot's
heart on your fuckin' sleeve
My for you
We meant to be peons
meant to be peons
Mere mortals
to be servants
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 fingertips run your hair
A billowing beats


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

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