Luyện nghe bài hát Faulter

Sun-baked
The colors fade
'til everything assumes a beige
changed the wrap
And now it tastes crap
Or maybe things were always just way

The past
We get we deserve
and diminishing returns

Each passing
less glistening
Our fruits start rotting on the vine
The wanes
And yet we complain
Of things to we all must be resigned

We wouldn't 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