Luyện nghe bài hát Saint Simon

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

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

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

try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the
Rid my of this pretense
Allow myself no mock
Step the night...

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

no measuring of it
As else is love

I'll try hard not to in
Battened to fair the wind
Rid my head of this
Allow myself no defense
into the night...

Mercy's are blue
When she places in front of you
really holds a candle to
The warmth you feel inside of you