Luyện nghe bài hát Slope

me
the looks black

a of facts
due

for me

nothing
less we
the themselves
run the

the laughs with a million faces
he speaks in tongues in paper
slow understatement
to be but still awaiting

invertebrate
ignorant and
in the back of my
when i'am in a
a crime's brrn
I to be punished
reasons
silent but

I some rest
lie for a while
in the tower of
by the river of

the reaper laughs a million faces
he speaks in in every paper
slow panic
soon to be but still

ants

in my
and my
me
your of facts
is coming too

slow panic
in tongues in every thought
the reaper with a million faces
and soon he will you the joke