Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

I I hope, like a prayer.
And sent out my tears in a of notes.
Find and drink up; uncommon and sweet.
Are you surprised? Is it making you

You morph into the last thing alive.
I've no periphery, all that's in front of me.

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

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

Either I am or I am wrong.
If it's in neither the nor the song.
It's in this soundless, audible sense.
Be that as it may, this is my defense

You morph into the living thing alive.
no periphery, you're all that's in front of me.

Brush it off as trickery, slight of hand.
If you but for all purposes and intents.
You into the last living thing alive.
I've no periphery. You're all that's in of me.