Luyện nghe bài hát Faulter

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

The preserved
We get we deserve
Nostalgia and diminishing

Each spring
Slightly glistening
Our fruits start rotting on the vine
The spotlight
And yet we still
Of things to which we all must be

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