Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I spent the on the verge
Of a total breakdown while living in
I felt the darkness of the black metal

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

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

We've eaten plastic weather, this sticks together
We will escape from the to the west side
My mind rejects the frequency, just verbosity to me

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

And through dreadful nights
I lay to a saint that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to again

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

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

Dirty old shadow, away
Don't play your games me
I am now, I see the way you operate
If you don't me then you die

My mind rejects the frequency, 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, family sticks together
We will escape from the to the west side
My mind the frequency, it's just verbosity to me