Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

My baby paints red
She her hair
Her is dead
She's in the city
With the that scream
We are all
We all

See the in there reeling
the sky upon the ceiling

Four useless Gods a day
So by the filth on Sunday
Saying the for the idiots
You are drivel
Optical

to the flowers fall
Paint the upon the wall

This is the pulse of fools you
Who so red and turn so blue
The of uselessness in slumber
War is if you want

See the dancer's reeling
the sea upon the ceiling

My paints herself red
She her hair
Her hair is
living in the city
With the bodies that
We are all
We all

See the semen reeling
Paint the sky upon the

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