Luyện nghe bài hát Generator Second Floor

And I could never as a kid
What window door went to
Only told to away
I had an accident at age 6
When I the key in the attic

And now the smell of these wood
Is the only sense left
So as you pull me the bed
Tell me I look stunning and

And since you are my
I would ask that you lower me slow
And tell the man in the black
He doesn't need to his good soul
With those Latin

And if all the same to them
You should tell your gathering
not to purse their faces grim
On a lovely Sunday

Don't fix my smile, life is enough
We put this flesh into the ground again