Luyện nghe bài hát Napoleon

It's your
you have to grab everyone's attention
the spotlight scorching flesh
caught between the and ceiling
I can't just there to watch it as it raises
soon it will you entirely
and you know I 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 would land feet
I'd Expect glare

Oh how my hand shakes from
this ink I drain dries like the salt on your
don't to buy them out
the, burn the confession box
don't forget to win their
and level the

Sweet irony, always had its plague upon me
can we humor this just for
between the salted wound and punchline
funnier then now
always, how I've missed it
this value called

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

at this my is dry
as you my words
and the knots that
may you press them against worth

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

This is when politics turns to