Luyện nghe bài hát Pain and Love

A punkoid opera in C flat and sharp

We traveled pain and love
To call ourselves high
Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is
Lunacy is

Words I that clutch my crutch
And drive senses crazy
Men or too get blue,
so don't make living
No don't make hazy

Once in youth the crouched
Deep my bedroom
now are scarce, winter life is lonely
Now winter life is

Temples that are and bleached
Are up on the highway
God of returned just once
and made my homely

Don't make my life so