Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Machines

Ah,
It's hard to it
And it's harder to it
But so easily

machines
Expensive
I've tricked into buying quite a number of things
Yeah, bullshit and
Urban ease, it means I was taunted
And you think you're a modern
You think that you can
Silent isolation, my
In the same you get yours
Oh, whiskey sips are while my secrets escaped
In the of hell there are no fire escapes

Punk songs, I that they were different
And I thought they could end it
No, no it was a
Well, the of tears
And the of beers were dried out and accounted
For a number of
But these days I fear that my was just a reflection
Still, you think that not a servant
You think you can avoid
The institution, worshiping illusions
Things you you could destroy
Oh, crowded and crimson was my view from the pit
I was wild, I was weird, I was to it

One time, so easy the fourth time
But this side of the shoreline, we've already

machines
Expensive
Butted and obstructed quite a number of
Believe me, it's to feel
These days it's harder to
And you you're a modern person
Think you can watch change
And on without you
Side by with doubt you
Listen to the exchange
Oh, conversation over various meets
In the of hell where the tired retreat