Luyện nghe bài hát The Hol[ ]y Tape...

None of this has changed, when we all the same.
to the one that left you, we can't forget you.
We in war, predicting many more.
Addicted to the that fed you, you can't remember.

color. I wonder...
The more that we get in,
The more fun if we don't get up in it.
that skin!

Help me find out, if is all predictable.
Or is your fate, relentless in it's ways,
all your days?

(These words coincide!!! suicide!!!)