Luyện nghe bài hát Nüguns

And the boy started,
Into the of the night,
collects price of his time,
Little glared,
of the denial,
The bullet to the price of her crime.

What we said,
Wasn't it bed,
of our presence,
Haven't we penance.

Now the boy sees,
Through the of delight,
Levers note of his rhyme,
Little bled,
of the night,
The connect to the price of his dime.

have we said,
Wasn't it bed,
of our presence,
Haven't we penance,

To the old and moved on,
To the old gods and on,
To the old gods and on,
To the new guns, to the new guns.

What we said,
Wasn't it bed,
of our presence,
Haven't we penance,

have we said,
Wasn't it bed,
of our presence,
Haven't we penance,

To the old and moved on,
To the old and moved on,
To the old gods and on,
To the new guns, to the new guns.