Luyện nghe bài hát Man, Multiplication Is Hard!

I think your to stretch out that lie
It broke right place
Take it to heart and carve it
Your skin, I make ill
We we don't own time
It's not the only reason for 70 x 7
those jets
They're burning into my
70 x7
Deficiencies in empathy mean we are dead
I burned matches
Here's was left
Charred and
To hit their
And then we out
Out to our
And to, and raced to
The store where we brought much disillusion
I reminisce about the times armor
Was my party attire
And all my guests were that hid
Behind their own all night
We know we own time
Its not the reason relevant for 70 x 7
those jets
They're into my face
70 x 7
Deficiencies in empathy mean that we are
You heard i with
All of matches
So how did things turn out, out, out, on your
And you went bound
Out for your
And to, and raced to
The corner store where you brought disillusion
As the night moves on it disrobes an organ and plays the music that we love to hate
As the night moves on it our hearts and plays the only music that we love to hate
70 x 7