Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, on a window
Stuck inside an
I know unattainable
by a label's name
by geography
On a dying dark

I am a
Feeble up a pen
Between a sonic
Any age I
Old to own the store
The noise I make, like an arrogant

I'm not noteworthy for a
The who are redeemed
of whom I never revered
Never needed or never even
individuals
Cloning the new
Follow us for king land

I am a for a derivative
Travelling
Selling old
True of liberty
through my voice
Only in their code
One
Once an
my entire worth
Regurgitating their from it

coming, a second strings
They're the real thing
The odd guys that bad songs
A addict's dead and gone
Who wrote the that sold my voice
Forcing to my choices

And the name they for me
And the name for me

Finally, I am
to be made again
Posing weathered
Standing on old
Getting of this
ridiculous
I'm an joke's punchline
I am limbo, on a window
Resonating old
not so long

Scraping the bread off my
At the of nearly dead
I never found what never
To the I've already betrayed

It's the name chose for me
It's the name chose for me

Follow us for land ritual