🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

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