Luyện nghe bài hát Vinushka

I thoughts with the clouds
I my breath
Ahh, it's just shell you can't see
Is that where the bottom is? The shadow me
Ahh, I just want to forgetting
Slip desires into the ants' 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 that you are alive
I invite the tomorrow

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

The small corner of my heart says "I still want to be here"
Who can't we
I let them hear my cold
And i

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

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

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

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

Compensate the and let life be gone

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

of blood
Squashing basic
Talk about

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