Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwrite

I am limbo, waiting on a
inside an interval
I know it's
Covered by a name
Labeled by
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 arrogant

I'm not noteworthy for a
The who are redeemed
Most of whom I revered
Never needed or never heard
individuals
Cloning the new
Follow us for king land

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

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

And the name chose for me
And the chosen for me

Finally, I am
to be made again
Posing statues
Standing on old
Getting sick of
Feeling
I'm an joke's punchline
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 never
To the sound already betrayed

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

Follow us for king land