Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

By Burkhart

Pressure....

All me.

Pressure....

It me.

Pressure....

through me.

Pressure....

Just Me!

Break the and your in
Sucking my like a leach
I1m way out of
Life1s so unfair,so what I care
Life1s a paradise, I don1t understand
Life and death, hand in hand
Freedom of Speech is a 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 or wrong
Pressure to fuck or a bong
life could be this bleak
Or is it, could it possibly this
As weak as a baby
As weak as one1s breath
one and all
Whether Muslims or
All faiths have own spews.
Weak and the
are all wrong
Whether I1m living my all wrong
I1m living my and it1s my own
a paradox that I don't understand
A paradox is completely out of demand
and lies are all the same
In this sad world we live in
Love and are just the same
but one true and the other is just
love is a question we all ask of ourselves to
make us complete, no one
Life and are very similar
yet they feel very familiar.

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

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

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

of old and new.
Lives of and despair

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

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

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

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