Luyện nghe bài hát Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger, A

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

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

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

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

I spent the winter with my buried in a book
While to restructure my character
'Cause it had become to its creator

And many dreadful nights
I lay praying to a that nobody has heard of
And waiting for some high times to again

My mind rejects the frequency, it's static to me
Is it a fever?
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, 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, away
Don't play your with me
I am now, I see the way you operate
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 the dial, I'll try and smile

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