Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I spent the on the verge
Of a total breakdown while in Norway
I felt the of the black metal bands

But being a fawn 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 fever?
The TV man is too loud, our plane is on a cloud
You turn the dial, try and smile

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

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

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

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, I'll try and

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

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

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

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