Luyện nghe bài hát Quince

You been raised in Africa
Lacked in our
an X on the calendar
Losing our cool in
So I put my on ya
The was light burgundy

A northern star Istanbul
So I sing you my code
'Till you the sailboats
Subtracting the fees under time
over the great divide
Clap a canister

You couldve raised in Africa
in our vigor
Been an X on the
Losing our cool in
So I put my on ya
The breeze was burgundy

I have an suited and ready
For you to take a bite and steer
Were more prepared to fight this unfair
All you do is tease your taste and steer

Your
Are not mine or
Weary the wear you invent
I

For
Ive underground
And dug to the of your breath
I