Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

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

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 noteworthy for a
The forefathers who are
Most of I never revered
Never or never even heard
Emulating
Cloning the new
Follow us for land rituals

I am a spokesman for a
Travelling
old narrative
True sounds of
through my voice
Only heard in code
One
Once an
my entire worth
Regurgitating their from it

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

And the name they for me
And the name for me

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

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

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

Follow us for king land