Otros Ejercicios
The Widow 
Medium
de The Mars Volta
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
He's got black lungs
of shardes
They're the kind that talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
of shardes
They're the kind that talk
a wheezing of coughs
And I hear him night
In every pore
And time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Must I hide?
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Look at how to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows the taste is such
Such to die for
And I hear him night
On street
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
from all the shame
Then I'll hide
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale the ghost
Swollen on the shore
night
in pore
The scales that do slither
me from…
Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cause I'll never
sleep alone
Freeze an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
I'll never
Never sleep alone
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
