Luyện nghe bài hát Second Hand Jackets

Stray cats masquerading in paintings.
a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it.

Suddenly demons of antiquity the construction machines.
They my pockets for change.

still in fashion; our second hand jackets.
But the warehouses are abandoned under the expansion.
And as they so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants.

Three are parading, and I for one am waiting.
For the and straw that remain there.
I lost everything in hypnotic stare.