Luyện nghe bài hát Nothijngrad

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

This a sea of ox-eyes
the irises of white
Flooding mi senses with
Filling my forgotten with bright

the lanes of the night
Always lead to railways
Always lead to the most pointless
Rhymes of life that we must write
Take the hand is given to you
Let yourself to Sunday morning

riding this shore to some-place beyond
So don't believe we'd stop by
A thousand we've got ahead of your eyes [x2]

The further sight, always the farthest of
The farthest

and might
We believe it's