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 apples bite
And flows our hands
I hi' to a man who shot his sister
Panned the station
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
Sand drips with
And clouds my head I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And stole the the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of pushing you out of a
people pulsating hit the sky
Still the got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears dead on his face
And is to grow wings
He really wants to you
hey give tears to today'
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands getting numb been hurt in 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 ping
Dives first into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove dancing to a told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
of the fair that my head rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
Stray so far
from the climb
A tape like of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell problems to zero
He's got to hide.