Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Simon

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

I'm trying not to pretend
Allow no mock defense
Step into the

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

try hard 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
When she places in front of you
Nothing holds a candle to
The solemn you feel inside

There's no of it
As nothing is love

try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the
Rid my head of pretense
Allow myself no defense
into the night...

Mercy's are blue
When she places them in of you
Nothing really a candle to
The warmth you feel inside of you