Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

The deep black, the bloody arms
from severe dementia
And they thought you the one
You the one

Some folks never meant to last my friend
Some people an early end

Things when you don't go to sleep
Wide in a lucid nightmare
No line between, reality and
The black, the bloody arms swing
We cannot know the suffering you know
And why you had to go
why you had to go

Some folks never meant to last my friend
Some people meet an end
(There's no pulse!)
Don't even bother trying to find a