Luyện nghe bài hát The Past Of The Future

You didn't to leave
The past
why he had to come
Like a carved in stone
You his existence
Though he was
That's why take revenge
a sharp little knife

Be his
he call
He's the writing on wall
The whisper in a room of
Just a dream
will never pass

You want to die
In a slimy of honey
Not willing to
Anything with all your
But the will be
The quality
And your the ashes
Of your fatal

Be his
he call
He's the on your wall
The in a room of glass
Just a dream
That will pass