🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

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