Luyện nghe bài hát Middle

The middle man a miracle
Of calculations,
and erratic
Hung out to like ribbons
Through wall-to-wall

So I it my soul,
Got wasted sick and it

midnight in this time zone
Awake and collecting zingers
And future
I feel my voice come
On of unfinished business
The lowered man a spectacle,
A installation, repressed and dramatic
Fighting to find his
wall-to-wall static

Under an anime
Calling cancer from the store
I showed her she showed me hers
So we could shrug off the small
And in the meantime
I wanted to dance a daughter
Of a switchblade in the

There are people I don't want to let down
Bells to
And friends to fling my around
Yes I what's up must come down
Please don't the good parts away