Luyện nghe bài hát Faulter

Sun-baked
The colors away
'til everything a neutral beige
changed the wrap
And now it like crap
Or maybe things were always this way

The preserved
We get we deserve
Nostalgia and returns

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

We wouldn't it any other way
In the new age, the old ways
Sheep-dipped assassin, and take it all away
In the new age, the old faulter