Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

By Burkhart

Pressure....

All me.

Pressure....

It me.

Pressure....

through me.

Pressure....

Just Me!

the skin and your in
Sucking my blood a leach
I1m way out of
Life1s so unfair,so what I don1t
a paradise, I just don1t understand
Life and death, walking in hand
of Speech is a rare thing
Struggling day to sing
To this life through
All life true
as the sky in the air
True as the strong scent of
Pressure to do or wrong
to fuck or smoke a bong
Whether could be this bleak
Or is it, could it possibly this
As weak as a stillborn
As as one1s last breath
one and all
Whether Muslims or
All faiths their own spews.
Weak and the
Both are all
Whether I1m living my life all
I1m living my and it1s my own
Life's a paradox that I don't
A that is completely out of demand
and lies are all the same
In this sad cruel we live in
and lust are just the same
but one true and the other is lame
True is a question we all ask of ourselves to
make us complete, no one
Life and are very similar
yet don't feel very familiar.

Week of cold hearts pounding against our chest, years of torment down our breasts.

Hearts of Gold, Hearts so
Does it even begin to make with the young and the old

Truth is but one faction of life but are the most true of either faction.

of old and new.
Lives of and despair

all society thrives on.
That1s all lives on.
That1s all society is by.

So I say this is passing what is this world coming to when all we care about is who1s views.

for hearing me out
I love discussing despair and
But as I close remember dead are those who live on or phat clothes.

The more I think it the more it appears that this world is full of wonder and doubt and the ability to seek God out.