Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I spent the on the verge
Of a total while living in Norway
I felt the darkness of the metal bands

But being such a of a man
I burn down any old churches
Just slept way too much, slept

My mind the frequency, it's static craziness to me
Is it a solar
The TV man is too loud, our plane is on a cloud
You the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten weather, this family sticks together
We escape from the south to the west side
My rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me

I spent the with my nose buried in a book
While trying to restructure my
'Cause it had vile to its creator

And through many dreadful
I lay praying to a that nobody has heard of
And waiting for high times to come again

My mind the frequency, it's static craziness to me
Is it a fever?
The TV man is too loud, our plane is sleeping on a
You the dial, I'll try and smile

We've eaten plastic weather, this family together
We will escape from the south to the side
My rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me

Dirty old shadow, stay
Don't play your with me
I am older now, I see the way you
If you don't hurt me you die

My mind rejects the frequency, it's craziness to me
Is it a fever?
The TV man is too loud, our is sleeping on a cloud
You the dial, I'll try and smile

eaten plastic weather, this family sticks together
We will escape from the south to the side
My rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me