Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and sits like apples bite
And flows through our
I said hi' to a man who shot his
through the station
And jumped in of a train
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand with waves
And my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of pushing you out of a
Tiny people hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped your
You expected to fly, wind up your
Sling em to a
Who wears butterflies on his face
And is hoping to wings
He wants to tell you
hey give your tears to
Grind yourself souvenirs under stolen years
Hands in your
Your hands getting numb hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I forever sightseeing a screen
a mean green ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a machine
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
of the fair that my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
Tell your to zero
got nothing to hide.