Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, on a window
Stuck an interval
I know unattainable
Covered by a name
by geography
On a dark 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 noteworthy for a
The who are redeemed
of whom I never revered
Never needed or never even
individuals
Cloning the new
us for king 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 words it

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

And the name chose for me
And the name for me

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

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

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

Follow us for king ritual