Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

I do wrong, strictly speaking, for myself
Because it makes me feel a real man
To germane over my business
And I to be abused by the mill of blissful decay
Besides, I'm used to all of my deserting me
Like don't a dare

The lady the block hunched over on the stool
her withered old titty out
Saying I've been rolled so times
It's just the pigeons
Now her swings a little rabbit by the leg
While his mother's playing two little wooden
Playing some fugitive air to escape the streets'
Pathetic!

Has here seen my orphan blonde?
Has anyone seen where he's
What he thinks I owe him is his life but
How can I someone else's mistakes?
I guess I was his antihero, the word on his lips
I hope I never a terror like when you discovered
Your autonomy had

I feel like I possess only the aspect
Of his but none of the good ones
I'm a walking mausoleum, the scent of rotting
always loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast
They remove the oils from the eyes of street
Through some shitty witchcraft, and apply to their and genitalia
I had no idea how I wounded you
But I don't no forgiveness
And no level of contrition ever do

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