Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

I I hope, like a prayer.
And sent out my in a bottle of notes.
Find and drink up; it's and sweet.
Are you surprised? Is it you mine?

You into the last living thing alive.
I've no periphery, you're all that's in of me.

Are you the rock, paper,
Casting those paper figures on the wall?
As providence seems to
Common sense, is my down-to-earth defense

Brush it off again as trickery, of hand.
If you must but for all and intents.

I am right or I am wrong.
If it's in the words nor the song.
It's in soundless, audible common sense.
Be that as it may, this is my defense

You morph the last living thing alive.
I've no periphery, you're all that's in of me.

Brush it off again as trickery, of hand.
If you must but for all and intents.
You morph into the last thing alive.
I've no periphery. You're all in front of me.