Luyện nghe bài hát The Vice

Number nine out of eleven little
apples, all the way...
Littermates, all different fates...
Taught them almost all I

and now, the best, the
Number of eleven little littermates,
almighty,
is my throne.

In the bright daylight, little Nine
Dressed to kill, much me
Takes a look at the world behind the gate
Of a and escapes.

I leave the baits, the night
Snare hidden for the littermate.
all but one, one by one.

Eleven little
Annihilate.
Only Nine's not in sight...
Hiding, for the eats the day
burn the paperthin wings away

1:47.
Hate me, hate me, if they you to break me
Love is for - the
And the restless, in the end.
A broken and a twisted dream

for an early tomb, destiny's
it back to the Pagan Cathedral."

Don't love me, you dare!
I lie, I and I don't care
Don't you go me tales about fidelity.
truth ain't safe me

In (sane), in (pain)
Ran into a
Eye (love), Eye (hate)
don't anyone
Lights (on), (out)
read it and clear...
and the lion roar.

my eyes, they failed me,
untied.
I turned my weakness a
profession
more I hear, I see
I can
the path I
I did was a must,
Faced the music, away the light, alone...
a view.

Someone thought to know me
me in a wishing well...
mistakes, we all do,
Worst of was trusting in a stranger.

For now I'm fine
poison, liked the sign
Now touch the greatest
Impaired, to sincere.

One step behind you, turn around and I am gone with I need.
The essense of timely death, cold and dark, Less Hard.