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

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