Luyện nghe bài hát Sacred

Perversity, lust,
prior frustration
My mind hardly can
Mating the sole

This of romanticism
I do regret
Replaced by forms of
It makes my bleed

Born in a wrong
A that I gladly wear
For should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's

Eroticism a fine of art
But why it with the world
For I care for matters of the
In this 21st world

decline of romanticism
I do indeed
Replaced by forms of
It my heart bleed

Born in a century
A label that I wear
For there should be for mystery
And to touch a hair

And to touch a hair

And to touch a hair