Luyện nghe bài hát Spoiled

Spoiled children soon to
Freedom is the lie we
We wait for tragedy
And helpless to the fire

Sorry for
for the things we've seen
No one cries for
Waiting for the

all our toys are burning
All these empty urges be satisfied
Acted
Precious to turn the game to history

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

Nothing in words
force of habit
Could it be way my head?
to describe it

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

Dumb and
Cut before grown
Lies so in bored control
It all that it cares to know