Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse

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

See the dancer in there
Paint the sky the ceiling

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

to the flowers fall
Paint the words the wall

This is the of fools like you
Who sound so red and turn so
The of uselessness in slumber
War is over if you

See the dancer's semen
the sea upon the ceiling

My baby herself red
She her hair
Her hair is
She's in the city
With the bodies scream
We are all
We all

See the dancer's semen
Paint the sky the ceiling

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