Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, waiting on a
Stuck an interval
I know unattainable
Covered by a name
Labeled by
On a dark horse

I am a
picking up a pen
Between a sonic
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
needed or never even heard
Emulating
the new originals
Follow us for land rituals

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

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

And the they chose for me
And the chosen for me

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

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

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

Follow us for king ritual