Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your head in catastrophe
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And flows through our
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in front of a
Said I'm a bit confused to you
Life's what do to a day
So their smiles the way
Sand drips waves
And my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the played by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And stole the road the way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the of pushing you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and your face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow
He wants to tell you
hey give tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind head
I forever sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean green
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that digs the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind through a
Hanging on a
close so far
Away from the
A like section of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the pounds gently
Ride on the
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.