Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

By Burkhart

Pressure....

All me.

Pressure....

It me.

Pressure....

Flowing me.

Pressure....

Just Me!

Break the skin and in
Sucking my like a leach
I1m way out of
Life1s so unfair,so what I don1t
Life1s a paradise, I just don1t
Life and death, hand in hand
Freedom of is a rare thing
each day to sing
To sing this life
All life true
as the sky in the air
True as the scent of despair
Pressure to do right or
Pressure to fuck or smoke a
Whether life could be bleak
Or is it, it possibly this weak?
As as a stillborn baby
As weak as one1s breath
one and all
Whether or Jews
All faiths have own spews.
Weak and the
are all wrong
Whether I1m my life all wrong
I1m living my and it1s my own
Life's a paradox I don't understand
A that is completely out of demand
and lies are all the same
In this sad cruel world we in
Love and lust are the same
but one true and the is just lame
True love is a we all ask of ourselves to
us complete, no one knows
Life and death are very
yet don't feel very familiar.

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

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

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

of old and new.
Lives of money and

all society thrives on.
That1s all lives on.
That1s all is driven 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 and doubt
But as I close remember dead are those who on destruction or phat clothes.

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