Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I the winter on the verge
Of a breakdown while living in Norway
I felt the of the black metal bands

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

My rejects 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, I'll try and

We've eaten plastic weather, family sticks together
We will from 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
trying to restructure my character
'Cause it had become to its creator

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

My rejects the frequency, it's static 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 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

Dirty old shadow, stay
Don't play your with me
I am now, I see the way you operate
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 is sleeping on a cloud
You the dial, I'll try and smile

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