Luyện nghe bài hát Gridlock Caravans

Starched white shirts, so neatly pressed by muses
Feed delusions that everything is working out
But your can't withstand the increasing weight
As your heart heavier and sooner or later
It to the tips of your toes

And every day tastes like
you just lit the wrong end
(That burning scent)
Your only friends are on the exit ramps of gridlock
You try to ask how they've
But the metal and glass is too