Luyện nghe bài hát Kw

In still soft with sleep
whisper that are worth the dirt beneath
verbal that you brought
shot down the moon in lot

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

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

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

eyes still follow me
like burns in a sweatshirt sleeve
like a you couldn't fill
you can try to me but I'm hard to kill

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

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

Any glove fits
was stitched by
with no one else to
no reward for a wicked fame

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

instructions still prevail
"just a few can throws crooked tail"
Your sling and slang in
Feels just a lucid dream

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

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