Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

I I hope, like a prayer.
And sent out my tears in a of notes.
Find and drink up; it's and sweet.
Are you surprised? Is it you mine?

You into the last living thing alive.
I've no periphery, all that's in front of me.

Are you the rock, paper,
those faded paper figures on the wall?
As providence to annihilate
Common sense, this is my down-to-earth

Brush it off again as trickery, of hand.
If you must but for all and intents.

I am right or I am wrong.
If it's in the words nor the song.
It's in soundless, audible common sense.
Be that as it may, this is my defense

You morph into the last thing alive.
I've no periphery, you're all that's in of me.

Brush it off again as trickery, of hand.
If you must but for all and intents.
You morph the last living thing alive.
I've no periphery. You're all that's in of me.