Luyện nghe bài hát Tragedy (for You)

With that skill that was hers
She drove her clutches me
I was
She was
She required me

All that's is here to remain
a dull and cruel pain
That passes the unaltered
Her stamp is in my
I still disemboweled
I clearly
A
The
The sore in my
The mark in my
Her reign

Hot sun, fun
action, start to run

And voice that was hers alone
resounds in me
She left me

And
Her rhythm is in my
She in me
An acute of treachery