Luyện nghe bài hát Rullbräh

Blackie / Big

Rullbrh : I'm learning the of happiness,
it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of urge to birth
a of butterfly flight.
Rullbrh : of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of happy - go
and the mute,
of strong only in and vulnerability
in the sorrow of their souls.
Propeth : I come happiness
without for it,
lost in the bottom of
in the of faded flowers.
Rullbrh : I'm listening to the of voices,
the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
solitude my heart.
and Prophet : I will no
longer, may be when I up . . .