Luyện nghe bài hát Hold On To Your Genre

Hold on to genre,
Your genre's got a on you.
on to your hair-do,
It's the thing to hold onto.
Hold on to genre,
genre's got a hold on you.
Get up on the vapor,
'Cause the solid's to hold on to.

There's a promise in the room.
See it in the bathroom.
You tell a little lie and you
Try to get us in bedroom.
You see our little lives and you
Try to you to your death tomb.
I've checking the seams of your
Red blazer.
Now I'm haunted by of the
I've found hid there:
All the rabbits vanished,
All the cards that killed,
All the dawns that you've
too many pills.

Forever,
The pity,
The pleasure,
The privilege,
The pressure,
The
We sever.
The stillness,
It us,
But chills that we crave.
The stillness will us when we fill in our graves.

I never something
Like half this much.
I'd trade my state
For and such.
For once to this buzzing
And the lights my head.
Can I have truly nothing
before I'm dead?

I've been checking the seams of
Red blazer.
And I'm seeing the lines of
Will and your wish
And you you were nothing,
And you wish you cold,
And you wish meant something
So you'd getting old.

Back in the day you the night,
And you would feast with delight.
A walnut coffin in silk,
And blood was mother's milk.
But now fangs rust red as dusk,
A wet mouth in a up husk,
You try to me one of "us."

Are you of being pretty?
Are you sick of cool?
Are you alive your makeup?
Or an un-dead ghoul?