Luyện nghe bài hát Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste

Walk the room with a glaze in your stare
In your suit
I will it a name
Lower your
Lower your
the door and open your grave

Now you're doing the waltz your murderer
Mediocrity is the
You yourself helpless
Christ is not a fashoin, away
He laid emeralds in her
But I'd already tried a made of gold
And a scarlet around her wrist

Everything was wrong so we sentimental songs
"Oh how seldom we belong but how our kiss."
We crooked lines
But in perfect time to a love so much refined
We know not what it is until a dullen wine we pour into a grief know

But quite like this
All I now is regret
It follows a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us
But has nothing to say to innocently ask
Its delicate as glass
"Do you see me we pass? "
But I on my way