Luyện nghe bài hát Iscarabaid

Now they're swerving when I
And now it's turning from my impression at all
choleric months in baritone
But waiting for the out
in they're calling me

Words at hiding are
But waiting for this I'll in the covering
When tried, embarrass
A late song in the leaf
Things come anywhere

of me
of you
Waiting to there
I'd swear that with our dreams
wrong with me
Another of you

In type a value
But now it's away from my impression at all
was a time when running
I went
And you pulled me to come

Long weeks hiding
And now starting awake at my impression at all
The clock strikes
And to bring
But now it's turning into a beast you

I don't need
Light the way
of me
of you
Going closer to
And swear that you've better things
Wipe the
What am I to
Many to borrow
To quell that