Luyện nghe bài hát Killerwood

Kind of feeling,
like someone complains on clothes,
or something else that is in the throat
and lonely,
I never
home again

home,
I understood
The in my throat is still as hard as before

I did not or understand
I'm older now but as young
I'm the same

Selfish,
The selfishness that crawls you when you least expect
a spider in your bed
That you have into pieces,
but not

It die,
no still there