🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: White Robe - t.A.t.U

 Feeling ugly,  pretty
 Yellow  black grafitti
  is written, bond is broken
 No big secret  unspoken
  is painted in the corner
 But it's never  warmer
  the lies they keep on selling
 But you never  the spelling
 
 Flying bullets
  the targets
 Wings and 
  to 7
 In this  robe
 Through the 
 Paragliding
 Back to heaven 
 
 Time is running we  sitting
 Back  just for splitting
 You are crying in the 
  next and never former
 Open up and let  hear it
 Former Body, future 
 Brain  useless, chair is rocking
 Open doors for dead man 
 
 Flying bullets
 Hit  targets
  and halos
 5 to 
 In this  robe
 Through  darkness
 Paragliding
 Back to heaven