Luyện nghe bài hát Vinushka

I exchange thoughts with the
I my breath
Ahh, it's hard shell you can't see
Is that where the bottom is? The burns me
Ahh, I want to keep forgetting
Slip your into the ants' nest
Come now, all you have to do now is be reborn

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

The inculcated Magra
The pain of the and the one and only personality
And those colorful eyes all decorated I don't want them
Is hypocrisy going to come and take it
The lonely red stage at
I dedicate the following to the 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 them hear my voice
And i

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

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

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

No one wants to about truth that hurts the ear
The minds

the sins and let life be gone

The of the antithesis
Becomes the choking and land
Bury the bones in the common immersed in thesis
Be by depression
The gritty tsunami takes me away and I smile with bitter
Couldn't understand the of things
The hanging of the at the 13 stairs
Seeing people friendly while clapping hands
mixes in with sissy thoughts and hurts others
Seeing you like this just too sad

of blood
Squashing instincts
Talk death

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

No one wants to talk about the truth hurts the ear
The minds

Compensate the sins, and let be gone

Is it a sin for me to live because I am