Luyện nghe bài hát Spoiled

Spoiled children to fall
is the lie we live
We will for tragedy
And helpless to the fire

for ourselves
Sorry for the things seen
No one for help
for the fire

When all our toys are
All these empty must be satisfied
outside
Precious strength to the game to history

up, I'm blown away
He all I had to say
The final days come and gone
inside, theres nothing wrong

Nothing in these
Sorry force of
Could it be way my head?
Helpless to it

it be way over my head?
Helpless to it
Could it be way my head?
to describe it

Dumb and
Cut it's grown
Lies so in bored control
It learned all that it to know