Luyện nghe bài hát Vinushka

I exchange thoughts with the
I hold my
Ahh, it's just hard you can't see
Is where the bottom is? The shadow burns me
Ahh, I just to keep forgetting
Slip your desires into the nest
Come now, all you have to do now is be again

Let tomorrow sleep and peacefulness will to you
Free and go with your razor sharp emotions
Even the twisted flow is the proof that you are
I the tearfully-indulging tomorrow

The inculcated Magra
The pain of the mark and the one and only
And those colorful all decorated I don't want them anymore
Is hypocrisy going to and take it away?
The red stage at night
I dedicate the following to the aspiring leading
That's where the is

The small corner of my un-cheatable heart says "I want to be here"
Who can't we
I let them my cold voice
And i

I will live with my work I scream with this body of flesh separates heaven and hell
I carve the sins What be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the wind?

"I've stared at the strong shining moon enough to be bored
can't even turn myself a werewolf
But just enough to become by the darkness
I want to suck the
The emptiness of the
I let you sleep
At the age you just want attention...tonight I might go crazy for you."

Everyone wants to reach out their hand and happiness
But they just end up the monster that lies deep in darkness
The end has already come to
It will form at zero and will crawl back into the uterus and rot
Every time this happens your faces

No one wants to talk about truth that the ear
The suppressed

Compensate the and let life be gone

The emptiness of the
Becomes the choking and crying
Bury the bones in the common land immersed in
Be by depression
The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile with bitter
Couldn't understand the value of
The of the necks at the 13 stairs
Seeing people becoming friendly while hands
That mixes in with sissy and hurts others
you like this it's just too sad

Splash of
basic instincts
Talk about

I will live with my work I scream with body of flesh that separates heaven and hell
I carve the sins. What will be the proof of my existence if it disappears with the

No one wants to talk the truth that hurts the ear
The suppressed

Compensate the sins, and let be gone

Is it a sin for me to live I am evil?