Luyện nghe bài hát SYRE

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

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