Luyện nghe bài hát Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla

This cold floor we too well
poisoned with pride
Black dotting our warmth
our contentment

This place is a contorted
I must seek from somewhere
For I've myself to nothing
We've here one thousand times

Cold idle hands, welcomed knees
Hello autumn, I'd die for companionship
I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me

Await the day when all our will wash away
The world's balance, I'm too with
Selfishness outweighs
Blindness produced by your own affront your face

Lips with guilt, frightful little fiends
If these mean nothing
where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the