Luyện nghe bài hát Freesignal

I have a reason to live. Can't take from me!
The car drove past at a miles.
It a bag in the shape of a body that read.
I've got and you're wasting it here.
She knew these words and placed her body back her bunk.
She dreamed of spaces.
the ones stuck in replay.
Ejected her morals
Her told her it's sane, it's sane.
I'd like a signal I receive.
A clearer picture my TV.
A free emotional sound
breaking through all the darkness that me.
Towns seem to her style.
She to swallow a sinker with the hook intact.
Probing her with words of fabrication.
She torments herself but that thin to heaven is strong.
Her feet can function. (she looks around)
breathing from one lung. (she looks around)
She's convinced to die, to die.
She "that word" which cuts like a knife.
Coming from your TV is a far from truth.