Luyện nghe bài hát Skin

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

Dump the trunk and tear the freak out, out, out
An unparalleled of collapse
like yourself liberation
Appearing like mutilation

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

Now this room seem so small
Sitting here in a of some kind, kind, kind, kind
and some hallucination

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