Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning

Inner sense lost in a
day faking control
Alone, still living an lie
Cut adrift, in motion
Roaming never oceans

Bleeding poets cry, to the sky
Their was one of futility
I know man's in cosmic settings of coincidence
spinning, twisting, circling on...

Manipulate my mind, I don't
the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify,

Manipulate mind, would you mind
the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify,

I deny, I still deny, I will deny all
These were all yours
I refused as mine

Manipulate my mind, I don't
the of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize

Man man's mind
Should they the kind of lie
to subdivide, petrify,

Spinning, twisting, on