Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And through our hands
I said hi' to a man who shot his
Panned through the
And in front of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
what scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
drips with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fortune bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who ride in wombs
And the road the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the of pushing you out of a building
people pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
Sling em to a
Who dead butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow
He really wants to you
hey your tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs your stolen years
in your pockets
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a mean green
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives side to like a floating machine
Dove to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that of wine
from a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I slide kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
from the climb
A like section of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
on the side
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.