Luyện nghe bài hát Sergio

Wet/hate admitted,
and...
dead nails,
All sand...

it's strychnine
Winds that change are seen,
Beasts back to the wall and cry,
Best of the hopeless die.

For sake forget to speak,
Miles of you've got to eat...

Terminal, the says,
Off to the with an average,
Blaming the dolls heretics,
or inebriates.

on tight,
We're to wake,

to death
For sake,

Framed for crimes that are never
Lies and secrets been told,
Look just the two of us,
the terminus.