Luyện nghe bài hát Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla

This cold floor we know too
poisoned with pride
Black blood our warmth
Ending our

place is a contorted altar
I must seek strength from
For reduced myself to nothing
been here one thousand times

Cold idle hands, floor knees
autumn, I'd die for your companionship
Doubtless I stand, laying my heart the hands of eternity
Revive me

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

Lips bleeding with guilt, little fiends
If these words mean
Than where is the
Lyricism aside, is the deduction