Luyện nghe bài hát Faulter

Sun-baked
The fade away
everything assumes a neutral beige
They changed the
And now it tastes crap
Or things were always just this way

The past
We get what we
Nostalgia and returns

passing spring
Slightly glistening
Our furrowed start rotting on the vine
The spotlight
And yet we still
Of to which we all must be resigned

We want it any other way
In the new age, the old ways
Sheep-dipped assassin, come and it all away
In the new age, the old ways