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 of butterfly flight.
Rullbrh : Glory of spite, of blood,
Happiness of - go luckies
and the mute,
of only in beauty and vulnerability
living in the of their souls.
Propeth : I come acorss
looking for it,
lost in the bottom of
in the garden of flowers.
Rullbrh : I'm to the whispering of voices,
the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
solitude my heart.
Rullbrh and Prophet : I no
longer, may be when I up . . .