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

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

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

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

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

Here your tail is joy