Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, waiting on a
Stuck an interval
I it's unattainable
Covered by a name
by geography
On a dying horse

I am a
Feeble up a pen
a sonic precedent
Any age I
Old enough to own the
The I make, like an arrogant ingrate

I'm not noteworthy for a
The forefathers who are
Most of whom I never
Never needed or never heard
Emulating
Cloning the new
Follow us for king land

I am a spokesman for a
salesman
Selling old
True sounds of
Straining my voice
Only heard in code
One
Once an
Spewing my worth
their words from it

Second coming, a second
They're the real thing
The odd that wrote bad songs
A drug addict's and gone
Who wrote the that sold my voice
Forcing to make my

And the name chose for me
And the name for me

Finally, I am
to be made again
Posing statues
Standing on old
sick of this
Feeling
I'm an joke's punchline
I am limbo, waiting on a
old song
You're not so

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

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

Follow us for king ritual