Luyện nghe bài hát Stoic

Reality sets into a that wishes to read you lies that sit like an open book.
This must stay open, this must stay clear, this must be for all to hear.
are living, breathing beings like us.
Going, unaddressed, undeniable.
are living, breathing beings like us.
They don't the same on a plate.
Are we still
Drop the dish that could fill the mouth meat.
To the floor and I've it break.
One thousand pieces of that glass one thousand days gone past.
And how has technology us any further,
when this society is stuck in its primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed.
today's crisis is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we still