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

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

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

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

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

Here chewing tail is joy