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

You have your very own
They dress cage in its nature
Once you roared now you just grunt
around pathetic pound games

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

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

Wanna get out won't miss you
Carry your own dead to swing tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're dead quick
For the
The small black flowers that in the sky

Here chewing your is joy