Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, on a window
Stuck inside an
I it's unattainable
Covered by a label's
Labeled by
On a dying horse

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

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

I am a spokesman for a
Travelling
old narrative
True of liberty
Straining through my
Only heard in code
One
an introvert
Spewing my worth
Regurgitating words from it

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

And the they chose for me
And the chosen for me

Finally, I am
Said to be made
Posing statues
on old attributes
Getting of this
ridiculous
I'm an overtold punchline
I am limbo, on a window
old song
You're not so

the bread off my forehead
At the of nearly dead
I found what never made
To the sound I've already

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

Follow us for king land