Luyện nghe bài hát Toiletries

Well say creatures of habit,
Are woven into the fabric.
I'd to think that my feet weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.

They this tragic;
Tragedy is just an medicine cabinet.
I'd like to
The kitchen is an anchor,
keeping me from away.
my legs are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in motion.
This place is thinner.
What you a river,
I'd an ocean.

Well isn't fitting,
The is finished
But I am knitting.
I'd to try
Something or something worthwhile.

Well call this magical
But is just a cover up for all my bad habits.
I'd say different
Oh, but they'd say all the same.

smile,
Hidden the missing pair of tiles,
And been drowning, Woah!

I
Am a of the night, And I live and die
By the that
Our is white.

I'm a creature of the
And I and die
By the that
Our is white.

The of habit
Were woven into the fabric.
Well I'd to think,
That my weave the graphic
And I am the tapestry.
They call tragic
But is just an empty medicine cabinet.

Well I'd like to the kitchen sink is an anchor
me from floating away
But my are driftwood,
And my arms are stuck in motion.
Place is thinner,
What you call a I call an ocean!

I, am a creature of the
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.

I'm a creature of the
And I and die
By the that,
Our is white.