Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

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

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

Has anybody here seen my orphan
Has anyone seen where he's
What he thinks I owe him is his former but
How can I someone else's mistakes?
I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his
I hope I feel a terror like when you discovered
Your had flipped

I like I possess only the bright aspect
Of his ability but of the good ones
I'm a walking mausoleum, the scent of flesh
Mother always loved you best, liked teeth upon her breast
They the oils from the eyes of street cats
Through some shitty witchcraft, and apply to brows and genitalia
I had no idea how deeply I you
But I don't need no
And no level of will ever do

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