Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, waiting on a
Stuck 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 enough to own the
The noise I make, like an ingrate

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

I am a spokesman for a
Travelling
Selling old
sounds of liberty
Straining through my
heard in their code
One
Once an
Spewing my entire
their words from it

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

And the they chose for me
And the name for me

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

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

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

Follow us for land ritual