Luyện nghe bài hát Periphery Waltz

When the supreme of our culture
Tell us to get down on our
And beg for from some divinity
Is it any wonder there are
Begging on the street for salvation from

Well, it's no to me
I left my in the church

I my home in the suburbs to wander
I did it all for my and the star
That I followed from the periphery
the lights slipping down
My windshield fell falling stars

Down a dark road
I first left my when I was seventeen
And I paid my respects to my rejects
But I tended to wander alone I was listening
To the words of a song, whispered and low

It's of like dancing
It's of like losing your mind
And often considered
The impractibility of my
The moon the clouds is ill-defined

I got lost so many but I could not
Be to a fate of obsolescence
And decline, so I'll take the again
And the is my friend when he sings
A song in the midnight wind, I'll follow
My old tune and I'll you good morning