Luyện nghe bài hát Whitefly Aphid

The it enters the cage assuming its reason
an old routine of any student of
she slips in her resin to on the fey

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

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