Luyện nghe bài hát Kw

In streets still soft with
whisper words that are worth the dirt
verbal that you brought
shot down the in parking lot

I hit you in the
my fist imprinted with teeth marks
and your skin cobblestone
realigned like a bone

If you it right
Keep me on the
your knives so tight
until your knuckles white

Any glove fits
was by hypocrites
with no one to blame
there's no reward for a fame

Your still follow me
like cigarette burns in a sweatshirt
like a space you fill
you can try to me but I'm hard to kill

You can for my stride
cheer me on the side with your pretender pride
I'll forgive but won't
all the of your swaying threats

If you it right
Keep me on the
hold your knives so
until knuckles turn white

Any glove that
was by hypocrites
with no one to blame
there's no reward for a wicked

Just we hit the dust
hands smelling like and decaying rust
Your were hazard high
Just the kind of crazy would catch my eye

Your still prevail
"just a few can throws round tail"
Your and slang in speech
Feels just like a lucid

If you it right
Keep me on the
hold your knives so
until your knuckles turn

Any glove fits
was stitched by
no one else to blame
there's no reward for a wicked