Luyện nghe bài hát Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

You have your own number
They your cage in its nature
you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound

Wanna get out won't you sensaround
To your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the
The small flowers that grow in the sky

They drag sticks your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead crawl
Here warden, christ, temple, elders
Environment not you see through it all

Wanna get out miss you sensaround
Carry your own dead to swing your tricks
Wanna get out in you're bred dead quick
For the
The small flowers that grow in the sky

chewing your tail is joy