Luyện nghe bài hát Vinushka

I exchange thoughts with the
I hold my
Ahh, it's just hard shell you see
Is that where the is? The shadow burns me
Ahh, I just want to forgetting
your desires into the ants' nest
Come now, all you have to do now is be again

Let tomorrow sleep and will turn to you
Free yourself and go with your razor sharp
Even the twisted flow is the that you are alive
I invite the tomorrow

The inculcated Dogra
The pain of the mark and the one and personality
And colorful eyes all decorated I don't want them anymore
Is going to come and take it away?
The lonely red stage at
I dedicate the to the aspiring leading actor
That's the truth is

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

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

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

wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness
But they just end up becoming the 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 happens your faces crumble

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

Compensate the sins and let life be

The emptiness of the
the choking and crying land
Bury the bones in the common land immersed in
Be burdened by
The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile bitter tears
understand the value of things
The hanging of the necks at the 13
people becoming friendly while clapping hands
That mixes in sissy thoughts and hurts others
Seeing you like this just too sad

of blood
Squashing instincts
Talk about

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

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

Compensate the sins, and let life be

Is it a sin for me to live because I am