Luyện nghe bài hát Tribe Of The Glutinous Tissue

Look the life, tissue is working
Glutinous creats a tribe
Lord of plasm the kingdom
Spit out soul on the bloody cross

to digest, a while of silence
You're bleeding glutinous
Like a you're praying
Breathless, new life

Lord of plasm, lord of
the sign of sweet
your mind, hide yourself
in the place with a chance to survive

Piercing scream from trachea
cry of the rotten flesh
Deadly pain, veins
Glutinous takes your soul

Tribe of the tissue
It's no fun being of plasm
Tribe of the tissue
It's no fun being hard to