Luyện nghe bài hát Night Still Comes

My brain makes drugs to me slow
A hilarious joke for dead pharaoh
But now, not the masons know
What drug will keep night coming

There are so tools that are made for my hands
But the tide all my best-laid plans to sand
And there's always someone to say easy for me
But I revenge myself all over
There's you can say to me

You never it at the right angle
You never held it at the angle
Catch a, catch a, a, catch a falling star
But your hands of it
Catch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling
Because you can't it

Did poison my food? Is it cause I'm a girl?
If I puked up some sonnets, would you call me a
I'm gonna go where my leads no more
Swallowed, waist-deep, in the of the forest
A boreal feast, let it me, please
Cause I myself all over myself
There's you can do to me

You never held it at the angle
You held it at the right angle
Catch a, catch a, catch a, a falling star
But wash hands of it
a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling star
Because you own it
You never held it at the right
You never held it at the right

You never it
You held it
You never it, oh...
You held it
You never it
You never it, oh...
You never it
You held it
You never it, oh...