Luyện nghe bài hát Middle

The middle man what a
Of calculations,
and erratic
Hung out to fade like
wall-to-wall maybes

So I it my soul,
Got wasted and trashed it

It's in this time zone
Awake and little zingers
And comedies
I my voice come back
On behalf of unfinished
The man what a spectacle,
A comic installation, repressed and
to find his fable
Through wall-to-wall

an anime skyline
Calling cancer the corner store
I showed her mine; she me hers
So we shrug off the small shit
And in the meantime
I to dance with a daughter
Of a switchblade in the

are some people I don't want to let down
Bells to
And to fling my arms around
Yes I know up must come down
Please don't take the parts away