Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

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

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

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

Brush it off 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 soundless, audible common sense.
Be that as it may, this is my down-to-earth

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

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