Luyện nghe bài hát Pressure

By Father

Pressure....

All me.

Pressure....

It me.

Pressure....

Flowing me.

Pressure....

Just Me!

Break the and your in
Sucking my blood like a
I1m way out of
Life1s so unfair,so what I care
a paradise, I just don1t understand
Life and death, hand in hand
Freedom of Speech is a rare
each day to sing
To sing this through
All found true
as the sky in the air
True as the strong of despair
Pressure to do right or
to fuck or smoke a bong
Whether could be this bleak
Or is it, could it 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
Both are all
Whether I1m living my all wrong
I1m living my life and my own
Life's a paradox I don't understand
A paradox is completely out of demand
Truth and lies are all the
In sad cruel world we live in
Love and lust are just the
but one and the other is just lame
True love is a question we all ask of to
make us complete, no one
Life and death are similar
yet they feel very familiar.

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

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

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

of old and new.
Lives of money and

That1s all society on.
That1s all society on.
That1s all society is 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 are those who live on destruction or phat clothes.

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