🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

 Holy Mother of  simple one
  you smile at me you bring me down
 You betray your 
 All your  too low.
 
 Now  of debt, you speak in tongues,
 And  of bread, your work is done,
 And your  absolve.
 And  path, dissolve.
 
  your dream, absolve,
 And  path, dissolve.