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

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

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

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

of old and new.
Lives of and despair

That1s all thrives on.
That1s all lives 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 love despair and doubt
But as I close remember dead are who live on destruction or phat 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.