Luyện nghe bài hát Stressed

Hammering pulse, eyes
Restless thoughts, nights
Out of reach, out of
Restoration, time

This is the confession of a man who
(I complete this)
This is ground, losing grip, losing it
(Im way beyond reach)
This comes a man who is about to pass out
(I cannot you shout)

This souls and it will never once again be found
Cuz are no rebounds in the final round
Push push push push it
Stretch a little more, faster before

Gotta the call
Gotta the wall
man to fall
Still it all

All these creepy
down the aisle
All Gods deprived