Luyện nghe bài hát Dragon

You don't care
Love for you is no
You're not there

I thought you listening

I thought you were

I understand you you're above it
The sense of the sky
The of billowing heartbeats
The run through your hair
They run through hair


Oh you think you're so
That there's no law for you
You come and go the goddess you are
mere mortals below
Fingertips run your hair
We are mere below
Are to be peons
Are meant to be
Are meant to be objects
One with
One with
Poor pitiful
The in heartbreak
The winner in
The winner in every method of wearing
Your on your sleeve
A red star of
An idiocy
My, my for you
for you
Do you we're a book
kind of a table
You can rest your feet on when able
Red star of
An idiocy
My for you
Poor pitiful
To the pining
The deprivation
The self of you
worshippers
We do you regal
We do like you
We do to look upon your perfect body
The hair on your
The smell of your
The taste of your vulva and on it
We all really 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
Because for you
of you
Is another way of
Is another way of
I'm your chest
'Til your collarbone
Piercing nipples 'til I bite them off
I scratch face and bite your shoulders
Way caring
Way above
And Kotex jukebox
Your Kotex
I'm doomed, I'm
for you
In your high heels and
Your leather squeaking
now sweating, waiting for you
In tincture
Your white bathrobe
Your tiles run red now
Are we dead now?
The liquid exchange of our
The liquid of our heart
Are we both dead
way above caring
Your heart on sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiocy
My
My for you
My for you
You're way beyond
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
My for you
Oblivious to
Oblivious to
to caring
Leave a upon the wake
That no one ever to take
Because for you
thinking of you
Is another way of
You're way above
to caring
Oblivious to
You poor pitiful
The mistake of
The one who you is the winner,
true
The winner in
The winner in
The in every miniscule method of wearing
heart on your sleeve
A red of idiocy
An idiot's
heart on your fuckin' sleeve
My for you
We were to be peons
We're to be peons
mortals below
Meant to be
to be dismissible objects one fucks with
Oh, oh, oh so special
No law for you
You come and go like the you are
The fingertips run through your
A billowing beats


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

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