Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

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

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

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

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

Either I am or I am wrong.
If it's in neither the nor the song.
in this soundless, audible common sense.
Be that as it may, is my down-to-earth 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 must but for all and intents.
You morph into the last living alive.
no periphery. You're all that's in front of me.