Luyện nghe bài hát Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins

Open those eyes, wake peace
Orders are some favorite
old, same old is their battle cry
Why don't we keep for a new flavor?

Our have become a routine
Worthy kings broken backs for nothing
we cherish all with pride

The lines on our will turn
Into canyons of instead of hope
They die from the cold without
But they died the cold within

And I just stop denying
That our brothers are in miserable
Stop short, lend a hand and break the
Of regularity you lean so closely upon

little Suburbia is in ruins
Tear all the assumptions you hold
For I guarantee they are
Sometimes the feeling may be the one that kills