Luyện nghe bài hát I.d.s

Broken past to the night
Whistling a tune in the gas chamber where were you when the wall came down knees up for mother brown

on a cold damp morn
She gives birth to everything scorn
I up in a hate dream babe
Coat my woe, whatever you crave

40, 000 of job club
40, 000
40, 000 of job club
40, 000

Set them free

40, 000 years of job
40, 000
40, 000 years of job
40, 000