Luyện nghe bài hát Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins

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

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

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

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

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