Luyện nghe bài hát Skin

Have no eyes, I see, you walk out
A violent burst of some kind, kind, kind,
state, a dirty little drunk and cluttered
Shinning a problem of illusion

Dump the and tear the little freak out, out, out
An account of collapse
Appearing yourself liberation
Appearing myself mutilation

Hold still now, nobody
Said yeah, their on me
is deafening desperate waking up
Motive spasm my back
detestation, da-la-sco

Now this don't seem so small
Sitting here in a of some kind, kind, kind, kind
Miracle and hallucination

Dropped excitement my last words
Shut the and turn the TV on, on
Now that done all that I can