Luyện nghe bài hát Frantic Time-code

call,
this is the last stanza Ill
inside of notebook,
by angel eyes.
With of crimson that fall from incisions.
Strategically placed by my visions.
And, I cant the scent of your hand on my shoulder
inside of this room where you just colder.

All Ive got is this time-lapse frames
to sit you and try and explain
that ounce of thought in my heart is stirred,
and Ive been scratching name into the Times crossword.

doll,
and Im backwards
into this that keeps me drinking.
Im pretentious,
but towards your friends
because they cant compute the love hits when our palms press.
Sealed whiskey kisses
and incisions,
these are the thoughts I have when setting grows dark.

Love hides in your eyes, so what the should I say?

And is the soundtrack to your silent movie darling,
and these frames melt into a sexy scene.

And this is the soundtrack to silent movie darling,
and these frames melt into, oh, such a scene.