Luyện nghe bài hát Retching On The Dirt

I'm on the dirt
earthiness coating my throat
I'm wincing on the bitterest
I to swallow

I'm offered the warmth of a velvet
An fist to some
I'm treated like a
A traitor in my

I'm hounded by might
That wants the pure
I'm incensed by in awe
Of amongst their own

Selective will cut their own throats
I'm constantly the point
But all retching on dirt
And we'll choke if we don't it out