Luyện nghe bài hát Usually Just A T-shirt: Untitled #12

Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue like apples bite
And flows through our
I said to a man who shot his sister
Panned the station
And in front of a train
Said I'm a bit to meet you
Life's scissors do to a day
So smiles pave the way
Sand drips with
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 the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I the feeling 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 dead butterflies on his face
And is to grow wings
He wants to tell you
'hey your tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen
Hands in pockets
Your hands getting been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that to meet defeat you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I walked forever a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives head first into a in the water
Drives side to side like a machine
Dove to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that of wine
Sucked from a hair that digs the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A tape like section of
To would be to recline.
Hit the pounds gently
Ride on the
Tell problems to zero
got nothing to hide.