Luyện nghe bài hát Fugitive Air

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

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

Has anybody here seen my blonde?
Has anyone seen he's gone?
What he thinks I owe him is his former but
How can I someone else's mistakes?
I I was his antihero, the bitter word on his lips
I hope I never feel a terror when you discovered
Your had flipped

I feel like I possess only the aspect
Of his ability but none of the good
I'm a walking mausoleum, the scent of rotting
Mother always loved you best, liked teeth upon her breast
They remove the oils 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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