Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

I do wrong, strictly speaking, just for
Because it makes me like a real man
To hold germane my business
And I to be abused by the mill of blissful decay
Besides, I'm to all of my scruples deserting me
Like they don't a

The from the block hunched over on the stool
With her withered old out
Saying I've been rolled so many
It's just feeding the
Now her grandson swings a rabbit by the leg
While his playing two little wooden flutes
some fugitive air to escape the streets' waggeries
Pathetic!

Has here seen my orphan blonde?
Has seen where he's gone?
What he thinks I owe him is his former but
How can I unmake someone else's
I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his
I I never 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 remove the oils the eyes of street cats
Through some shitty witchcraft, and to their brows and genitalia
I had no idea how I wounded you
But I need no forgiveness
And no level of contrition will do

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