Luyện nghe bài hát Third Person

I feel so outside, of the of the stitching.
So very inside, frailing and kicking
I'm taking hold
Harmonically my soul is to me
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark
In my not a quitter.
First and and third person
First and and third person!

Once like mountains, proceed to the fountains
Of the angriest youth, you ever imagine.
7300 have passed since we last tapped that fountain
That mountain of anger has grown a with thought, and reason.
No sight than before my eyes.
It's as though history itself.again.

Much different this
form, better fitting.
An angle from up high, when I first listen.
Historically it has told, harmonically your soul is sold to old.
I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the side
In my veins not a
and second, and third person
First and second and person!