Luyện nghe bài hát Whitefly Aphid

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

The resin turns into a 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 hands with the cancer
let the begin

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