Luyện nghe bài hát Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins

Open eyes, wake from peace
Orders are favorite color
Same old, old is their battle cry
Why we keep searching for a new flavor?

Our hearts become a routine
Worthy kings broken backs for nothing
Unless we cherish all pride

The lines on our face will
canyons of sorrow instead of hope
They didn't die the cold without
But they died from the within

And I just can't stop
our brothers are in miserable pain
Stop short, lend a hand and the chains
Of regularity you lean so closely upon

Your little Suburbia is in
down all the assumptions you hold
For I they are false
Sometimes the best feeling may be the one that