Luyện nghe bài hát Finks

A lie that's of no aim which secrets bleeding to you
Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and
Parlor games in time rob you of the energy which loves you
Do you see that soon I be able to weep for you?

I weep for you
I preach the truth but it won't be truth
I reach for you
I will you with an outstretched will because

Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and
Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world
claws have scratched the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin
Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they come again

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