Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I spent the winter on the
Of a total breakdown while living in
I the darkness of the black metal bands

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

My mind rejects the frequency, it's 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 plastic weather, this 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 become to its creator

And through dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint that has heard of
And waiting for some high times to come

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 plastic weather, this family sticks together
We escape from the south to the west 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 hurt me then you die

My mind 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, try and smile

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