Luyện nghe bài hát Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla

This cold floor we too well
poisoned with pride
Black blood dotting our
Ending our

This place is a contorted
I must seek strength somewhere
For reduced myself to nothing
We've been here one thousand

Cold hands, floor 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 blood will wash
The world's balance, I'm too familiar
Selfishness generosity
produced by your own hands affront your face

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