Luyện nghe bài hát Rullbräh

Blackie / Big

: I'm learning 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,
Happiness of happy - go
and the mute,
of strong only in beauty and
living in the of their souls.
Propeth : I acorss happiness
looking for it,
lost in the of bitterness
in the of faded flowers.
: I'm listening to the whispering of voices,
about the blossomed solitude of eyes,
agitates my heart.
Rullbrh and : I will no
longer, may be when I up . . .