🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

 Holy Mother of the simple 
 When you smile at me  bring me down
 You  your thoughts.
  your prayers too low.
 
 Now out  debt, you speak in tongues,
 And out of  your work is done,
 And your  absolve.
 And your path, 
 
 And  dream, absolve,
 And  path, dissolve.