Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

I do wrong, speaking, just for myself
Because it makes me feel like a man
To germane over my business
And I refuse to be by the mill of blissful decay
Besides, I'm used to all of my scruples me
Like they don't a

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

Has anybody here seen my blonde?
Has anyone seen where gone?
What he thinks I owe him is his life but
How can I unmake someone mistakes?
I I was his antihero, the bitter word on his lips
I hope I never feel a terror like you discovered
Your autonomy had

I feel I possess only the bright aspect
Of his but none of the good ones
I'm a walking mausoleum, the scent of flesh
Mother always loved you best, liked teeth upon her breast
They remove the oils from the eyes of street
Through shitty witchcraft, and apply to their brows and genitalia
I had no idea how deeply I you
But I need no forgiveness
And no level of will ever do

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