Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I spent the winter on the
Of a total while living in Norway
I felt the darkness of the black bands

But such a fawn of a man
I didn't down any old churches
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 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 side
My mind rejects the frequency, just 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 through dreadful nights
I lay praying to a that nobody has heard of
And waiting for high times to come again

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 plastic weather, family sticks together
We will escape the south to the west side
My mind rejects the frequency, it's verbosity to me

Dirty old shadow, away
Don't play games 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 the dial, I'll try and smile

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