Luyện nghe bài hát Excuses

You to taste me
And I my tongue to the southern tip of your body
But are too heavy to come up
Squished a single cell of wood

Wooooood ...

And I made an
And you found another way to the truth
I put no one above us
still be best friends when all turns to dust

Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust...Du-u-u-u-u-u-u-ust

Dum du-dum du-dum du-du-dum
(repeat)

(repeat)

We are so now
Our edges are beaten wood whittled down
Old bodies slip they make love
We'll mine our to shoot us above