Luyện nghe bài hát SYRE

A beautiful
The story of a boy who chased the sunset it chased him
Never quite sure about his placement or where he's been in this pink or why nothing ever made sense
He knew that he had and been loved
But had no chronological to place it
All he was that he woke up everyday
with amnesia and the case of new memories that he had tendencies to mistake for fiction
So he journeyed to the mountain to recover his past
In order to his future
She loves him, but she eventually him
Now listen, was a misfit with a vision but
His poetic trait was his wisdom
His was as bright and as pink as the city that he lived in
And the only kids that could live in this bliss were the outcasts for
Those were his
Even though they could never understand his struggles through these lands
He gave them the upper hand of his tantrums

Passion, and desire
Just like my big
What you didn't know is this young been in limbo since that gunshot wound on that hidden road
Lost, broken,
But when that gets slow he's invincible
So much so, that he redefines
So it'll go, It seems as though the sun wouldn't set at all
Instead of setting slow, she to him and said
She'll let him go
And as the goes
Syre lived forever on and never and forever