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 sick and trashed it

It's midnight in this time
Awake and collecting little
And comedies
I feel my voice come
On behalf of business
The man what a spectacle,
A installation, repressed and dramatic
to find his fable
Through wall-to-wall

Under an anime
Calling cancer from the store
I showed her mine; she me hers
So we could shrug off the small
And breathe in the
I to dance with a daughter
Of a in the Springtime

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