Luyện nghe bài hát Finks

A lie that's of no aim follows secrets bleeding to you
Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and
games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you
Do you see that soon I won't be able to weep for

I weep for you
I will preach the truth but it be truth
I will for you
I will contact you an outstretched will because

Some of are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy
Leaving you asphyxiated, in a world within
Subtle claws have the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin
Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they will come

will turn you in
They will turn you in and I know will
They will come
They were here before and they're joe again