Luyện nghe bài hát Killerwood

Kind of feeling,
like when complains on clothes,
or else that is stuck in the throat
and lonely,
I never
Come again

home,
I never
The aching in my throat is as hard as before

I did not or understand
I'm now but just as young
I'm the person

Selfish,
The selfishness that crawls upon you you least expect
a spider in your bed
That you have into pieces,
but not

It die,
no it's still