Luyện nghe bài hát Napoleon

It's game
you have managed to grab everyone's
the scorching your flesh
caught between the pedestal and
I just stand there to watch it as it raises
soon it will you entirely
and you I would pull every arm and leg
from socket of my own to just you
and with all my and weight I'd tip you over
because I know you land feet first
I'd Expect glare

Oh how my hand shakes satisfaction
this ink I drain like the salt on your wound
don't forget to buy out
burn the, burn the box
don't forget to win their
and the chapel

Sweet irony, sarcasm always had its plague me
can we humor just for now?
caught the salted wound and punchline
funnier than now
I've always, how I've it
this called value

Oh how my hand shakes satisfaction
this ink I drain dries like the salt on your

at this my is dry
as you my words
and the knots form
may you press them your worth

don't to buy them out
the, burn the confession box
don't forget to win their
and the chapel

This is when politics turns to