Luyện nghe bài hát Nothijngrad

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

This time a sea of
Painting the of white
Flooding mi senses with
Filling my forgotten halls with

the lanes of the night
Always lead to railways
lead to the most pointless rhymes
Rhymes of life that sometimes we write
Take the hand that is to you
Let to this Sunday morning

We're this shore to some-place beyond
So ever believe we'd stop by
A thousand years got ahead of your eyes [x2]

The further sight, the farthest of sights
The farthest

Pride and
We believe it's