Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Line

Absence is my
Foray my words do
Torn from my own
This day forever

I stand in my own
I crawl upon face
I I am a victim
For madness I can

Sometimes I of me
Sometimes I of you
But most of all I
What now can I do

It all must to reason
It all fall from grace
And now in my
It to such a waste

my horizon
It me cold and fray
To will end in treason
For this I pay

I think of me
Sometimes I of you
But most of all I
What now can I do

It all must pass to
It all fall from grace
But now in my
It leads to such a