Luyện nghe bài hát Nothijngrad

Sometimes the
memories, sometimes the night
Brings you thought they are died
In some dusty, lost hall of your mind yes, sometimes
The

This a sea of ox-eyes
Painting the irises of
Flooding mi senses light
Filling my halls with bright

Because the of the night
Always to railways blind
Always lead to the pointless rhymes
Rhymes of life that we must write
Take the that is given to you
Let to this Sunday morning

We're riding this shore to some-place
So don't ever believe we'd by
A thousand years we've got of your eyes [x2]

The further sight, the farthest of sights
The sight

Pride and
We believe it's