Luyện nghe bài hát Hysterical

Here the newest apparition
To set fire to all the
Now I should have known it was you who would
When I escaped into the ever-changing rapids
To your boat with a sign read get in and hold on.

Calls for
Heal the
We should just up

And so I hid the dishes in the night
you woke to find me trembling like an emasculated dog
There is no sense in even trying to track the weather
Is it to leave than to blindly hold on?

. . .

Let me out
Of the
Let me
I want to make my last

. . .