Luyện nghe bài hát Wicked Wanda

Wicked, wicked
was it that spawned ya?
Whos for your trash?

A little spider
Hollywood inside her
And no to accommodate

Chicken
A ass back

Voice your
loves cream

Wicked, wicked
Id rather Rwanda
Than be in
Your trash

Pretty little
With inside her
And no time to

Venom
Were not

(I can see the the sun
the stars shine on everyone
together)

screams
to me

To be of doubt and longing
clarity

In a role by history

To be part of something
yourself the frozen plaster
Break out of your categories

Strike me
Into the of the air

me square
Into the of the air

Stories not
I feel like a contraption
Truth is I cant shake this vile

I space out Im direct
I got no ego to with
Free to be a tear

Strike me
the arms of the air

Strike me
the arms of the air