Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Mox Turkin

Today the machine went rollin'
In sequence grasp, to falter
We were to self destruct on birth row

An glass is punctured yearning
This malevolent structured
But we all love to on birth row

And the remains,
Everything is spit and
Everything is wiped out twice to make
on our mind

I was the but your truth will always trust
But truth will always trust

But the still remains
nothing but a bunch of mistakes
What a sorry excuse for a being