Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

I the winter on the verge
Of a total breakdown while in Norway
I felt the darkness of the black bands

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

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

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

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

And through dreadful nights
I lay praying to a saint nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high to come again

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

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

Dirty old shadow, away
Don't play games with me
I am older now, I see the way you
If you don't me then you die

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

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