Luyện nghe bài hát Middle

The middle man what a
Of calculations,
Compressed and
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 little zingers
And comedies
I feel my voice come
On behalf of unfinished
The man what a spectacle,
A installation, repressed and dramatic
Fighting to find his
wall-to-wall static

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

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