Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

By Burkhart

Pressure....

All me.

Pressure....

It me.

Pressure....

through me.

Pressure....

Just Me!

Break the skin and in
Sucking my blood a leach
I1m way out of
Life1s so unfair,so what I care
Life1s a paradise, I just don1t
and death, walking hand in hand
Freedom of Speech is a rare
Struggling each day to
To sing this through
All found true
as the sky in the air
True as the strong scent of
Pressure to do right or
Pressure to fuck or smoke a
Whether life could be this
Or is it, could it possibly weak?
As weak as a stillborn
As weak as last breath
one and all
Whether Muslims or
All have their own spews.
and the strong
Both are all
I1m living my life all wrong
I1m living my and it1s my own
a paradox that I don't understand
A that is completely out of demand
Truth and lies are all the
In sad cruel world we live in
Love and lust are the same
but one true and the other is just
True love is a we all ask of ourselves to
us complete, no one knows
Life and death are similar
yet they don't very familiar.

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

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

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

of old and new.
Lives of money and

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

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

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

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