Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I the winter on the verge
Of a total while living in Norway
I the darkness of the black metal bands

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

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 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 rejects the frequency, it's verbosity to me

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

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

My mind rejects the frequency, it's craziness to me
Is it a solar
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 escape from the south to the west side
My mind rejects the frequency, it's just 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 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 plastic weather, this sticks together
We will escape from the south to the side
My rejects the frequency, it's just verbosity to me