Luyện nghe bài hát Perfect

Clinging to a
Dust makes me choke
A tiny of dirt
Happiness

be too far
Can't be too
having slipped
I think lost my grip

but not for long
Mine, think I'm pressure
Think I'm losing
I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing ground

Falls down, me
Much less, so good, so
So perfect
How could, how
How could you

for, what for?
What life
more, once more
It all by me again, by me

I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing
Think I'm pressure
Think I'm

more
Put it in a package of perfect
Leave it in package of perfect
opened up and it can't slip by
It all by