Luyện nghe bài hát Windsurf

Each day starting the
waste and my world's a screen
Exhaust, permanent
Gray is the taste of this sleep

But there in the
the sun and the spray
Path of least
In the of the waves...

Song from in the sea,
Some tells me it's alright
Waist-deep, my dreams
blues to the blackest night

I want to
the sun and the spray
Never winter
Or these vanishing
Gliding wistfully, a plane
Skipping through the waves

follow blindly
All the of the tide
look in your eyes
Of and sky
I'll blindly
All the of the tide
That in my eyes:
desire,
Of terror

Sundown, rays
Lie in the shade, still the a screen
Foot-deep, to say,
Sailing to fade from this restless

I to windsurf
Or other way
To never feel
Or vanishing days

Tropical
In vague
But I can't the ocean
So I file it