Luyện nghe bài hát Lots

Head headstrong
each grey dawn
Hold on
No princess
Mother my
Once choice to
Get to go

Feel like we've been here
Without a and insecure
Of where we'd be without net around
Yet we've hated it

Now we stand a chance to the chains
And break that cuts into the heart
And burns the of our dreams desire

No hope in
on too tight
Skylines burnt
No crops dust
dogs run deep
Pale surf, cold
choice to make
Get to go

throne, no sire
Black earth fire
out regret
No past, no
days ahead
None rest, yet
choice to make
Get to go