Luyện nghe bài hát Pins and Needles

Paper-thin
Turning page
Plotting how to myself to be
Everything I am not at all

Sometimes I get tired of and needles
are a fire on the skin
And I'm fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of

I'm one of them, I'm one of them, oh

Oh, why must I work so
so I can feel like the noble ones?
Obligations to my heart are
Superficial lines it all

Sometimes I get tired of pins and
Facades are a fire on the
Oh, I'm growing fond of people
As I see I am one of them

Sometimes I get tired of and needles
Facades are a fire on the
Oh, and I'm growing of broken people
As I see that I am one of

I'm one of them, I'm one of
I'm one of them, I'm one of them, oh