Luyện nghe bài hát Rullbräh

Blackie / Big

Rullbrh : I'm the anxiety of happiness,
it seemed long ago, but words of praise urge to birth
a of butterfly flight.
Rullbrh : of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of - go luckies
and the mute,
of strong only in and vulnerability
in the sorrow of their souls.
Propeth : I come acorss
looking for it,
lost in the bottom of
in the garden of flowers.
: I'm listening to the whispering of voices,
about the blossomed solitude of eyes,
agitates my heart.
Rullbrh and Prophet : I no
longer, may be when I up . . .