Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Simon

After all these implements and designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much hides
And though the saints of us divine in feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the

I'm hard not to pretend
myself no mock defense
Step the night

Since I don't have the time nor to figure out
The nursery that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry every time one's out

try hard not to give in
Battened to fair the wind
Rid my head of this
myself no mock defense
Step the night...

Mercy's are blue
When she places in front of you
Nothing a roman candle to
The solemn you feel inside

There's no of it
As nothing is love

I'll try not to give in
Battened down to the wind
Rid my head of this
Allow myself no defense
Step the night...

Mercy's are blue
she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a to
The solemn warmth you feel of you