Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

I do wrong, strictly speaking, for myself
Because it me feel like 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 they don't a

The lady from the block hunched over on the
With her old titty out
Saying I've been rolled so times
It's just feeding the
Now her swings a little 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 orphan
Has seen where he's gone?
What he thinks I owe him is his life but
How can I unmake else's mistakes?
I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his
I hope I never feel a terror like you discovered
Your had flipped

I feel like I possess the bright aspect
Of his but none of the good ones
I'm a walking mausoleum, the of rotting flesh
Mother loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast
They remove the oils from the of street cats
Through shitty witchcraft, and apply to their brows and genitalia
I had no idea how deeply I you
But I don't no forgiveness
And no of contrition will ever do

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