Luyện nghe bài hát Rebecca

Cry
Of the tonight
fights
Through the

Nailed to
Counting miles
not me
Well, I guess I am
When I you by the hand
All the are dead in a wind blow

Streets open space
Dark, they form the
Of the

Smell of
My machine
For generation
We king and queen in our kingdom
And I there is no end
we moving faster than wind blow

She looks through the
are cold
Merging and

We're the end of white line
We're the ones who are faster than time, time
We're chasing the end of line
We're the ones who are than time, time time