Luyện nghe bài hát Rullbräh

Blackie / Big

Rullbrh : I'm the anxiety of happiness,
it seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise to birth
a of butterfly flight.
Rullbrh : of spite, delight of blood,
of happy - go luckies
and the mute,
of only in beauty and vulnerability
living in the sorrow of souls.
Propeth : I come happiness
without for it,
lost in the bottom of
in the garden of flowers.
Rullbrh : I'm to the whispering of voices,
about the blossomed of anandoned eyes,
agitates my heart.
Rullbrh and Prophet : I no
longer, may be I wake up . . .