Luyện nghe bài hát Transatlantic Shooting Stars

Fallen in the crowd
Drags her over the noise
Lays down at the of regard
A canyon in my broken
Echos inside the vale
There's dustcarts for the dead birds in the

Trans-atlantic shooting over mainline
Here they suburban gods
To desire

Heaven hopes you her here
The
The devils
karma for the misfits of our times

Take really you take my soul
Take me when you laugh I fall
All this has broken me
But my survival with me

I'm going to love you as as I can
I'm to hold you close when I tremble
I'm to love you as best as I can
I'm going to see you

I won't ever let you fall out of my
Fall out of my own
No I won't let you let you

Will I find my way