Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, on a window
inside an interval
I know it's
Covered by a label's
by geography
On a dying dark

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

I'm not for a loyalty
The who are redeemed
of whom I never revered
Never needed or never heard
Emulating
the new originals
Follow us for land rituals

I am a spokesman for a
salesman
Selling old
True of liberty
Straining my voice
Only in their code
One
Once an
my entire worth
Regurgitating their from it

coming, a second strings
They're personating the real
The odd guys wrote bad songs
A drug addict's dead and
Who wrote the song that my voice
to make my choices

And the they chose for me
And the chosen for me

Finally, I am
to be made again
Posing weathered
on old attributes
Getting of this
ridiculous
I'm an overtold joke's
I am limbo, on a window
old song
You're not so

Scraping the off my forehead
At the speed of dead
I found what never made
To the sound already betrayed

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

Follow us for land ritual