Luyện nghe bài hát Middle

The man what a miracle
Of calculations,
Compressed and
out to fade like ribbons
Through maybes

So I it my soul,
Got wasted sick and it

midnight in this time zone
Awake and collecting little
And comedies
I feel my voice come
On behalf of unfinished
The man what a spectacle,
A comic installation, and dramatic
Fighting to find his
wall-to-wall static

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

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