Luyện nghe bài hát Spitshine Sonata

I lost my in the fire
I my eyes
Staring at eclipse

I was a child
My father's
My father's

Such delicate
Keep reaching toward the
As we starving for this beauty

We are sick distance
Starving for this
We are with distance
Grieving for his

We are sick distance
We are sick distance
We are sick with
We are sick with

You keep me on my
Mummified in arms
You keep me on my
Mummified in your

You keep me on my
Mummified in arms
is the last chance that you will get
To my name into his chest

I lost my voice in the
I burned my
at your eclipse

I was just a
My favorite

Such delicate
Keep toward the horizon

the deaf find peace
Only the won't reach
Only the find peace
Only the blind won't