Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I the winter on the verge
Of a total breakdown living in Norway
I felt the darkness of the metal bands

But being such a of a man
I didn't down any old churches
Just way too much, just slept

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mind rejects the frequency, it's static 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