Luyện nghe bài hát Kw

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

I hit you in the
my fist with your teeth marks
and your skin struck
like a broken bone

If you it right
me on the line
hold your so tight
until your knuckles turn

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

Your still follow me
like cigarette burns in a sweatshirt
a space you couldn't fill
you can try to drown me but I'm to kill

You can struggle for my
cheer me on from the with your pretender pride
I'll forgive but forget
all the pain of your threats

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

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

Just when we hit the
hands smelling like coins and decaying
Your heels were high
Just the kind of crazy that would my eye

Your instructions prevail
"just a few can round crooked tail"
Your sling and slang in
Feels just like a lucid

If you play it
me on the line
hold knives so tight
until your knuckles white

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