Luyện nghe bài hát Rullbräh

Blackie / Big

: I'm learning the anxiety of happiness,
it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge to
a harbinger of flight.
Rullbrh : Glory of spite, of blood,
of happy - go luckies
and the mute,
of strong only in and vulnerability
in the sorrow of their souls.
Propeth : I acorss happiness
looking for it,
lost in the bottom of
in the of faded flowers.
Rullbrh : I'm listening to the of voices,
about the blossomed solitude of eyes,
solitude my heart.
and Prophet : I will no
longer, may be when I up . . .