Luyện nghe bài hát Il Adore

Mother the head of her dying son
and tears, so many things to feel
Sensitive boy, good his hands
No one mentions the unmentionable, but everybody

Here in this cold room
Tied up to these
It's hard to imagine him as he to be

Laughing, screaming, tumbling
Like the most amazing light show you've ever
Whirling, swirling, never
How could you go and die, what a thing to do?

Silence equals death, this is they say
But the anger and the do not take the pain away
How far must it go? How must it be?
Before it touches you, before it me

Here in this cold white
up to these machines
It's hard to life as it used to be

Laughing, screaming, tumbling
Like the most amazing light show you've seen
Whirling, swirling, blue
How could you go and die, what a thing to do?

Did you ever ask those what they're looking for?
Did they and tell you they're not really sure?
You were hurt by love but still you right back for more
Il adore, Il adore, Il

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