Luyện nghe bài hát Whitefly Aphid

The wasp it enters the cage assuming its
an old of any student of shame
she slips in her to dine on the fey

The resin turns into a seed with intent to follow
the trend of disease, fevered in shade
So as i for it, the kismet, the fated verbal-sadism to sink in
my doubts they shake with the cancer
let the begin

it takes hold
and i wither in shallow for i, the whitefly aphid, lost control
an anchor, knowingly the wave.