Luyện nghe bài hát Pickpocket

In the humble stance of
Hummed the smell of snow
A faint S.O.S.
Riding on the tails of their ground zero

footprints ingrown
The daylight savings time will never
Of this cold
Of this

Your lovers ended up in craw space
identities will tell us apart
Teeth marked and bounded sighs
into my parlor said the spider to the fly

Stable hooved ingrown
Cloak and dagger muzak blared in
Of this cold
Of this cold
Of this alabaster

More caliber per


More per capita

More per capita
More
More caliber per
caliber per capita
More caliber per

footprints ingrown
The daylight savings will never know
table search team implodes
The milk cartons that will never know
Of alabaster cold
Of alabaster cold
Of alabaster cold
Of alabaster cold