Luyện nghe bài hát Vertigo

Destined as the servant to the where
your moon of the dirt and the
sharp tongue of zealous will is only
with the salt in your mouth and
the approaching of the world. Lost
in the patterns of youth and the of
your comes back to haunt you. And
the forging of makes no difference.
Memories fly through the mask of life
you from time. The years that
birthed the shell you gained. Hunched
over in grief with a disregard for
steps except the one taken back.
up on a rope in smoke / a sword
death that buried your hope.
Focusing on through the blinds. A
slave to reality under a in the sky.
Lost in the of youth where the
windows shine brightly at you.