Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

Sit back, no song is
It's nothing you thought of
It's just a ghost, came
To this

infection gets stronger every year
This seed in the water of tear
There is no it

This in the water of your tear
The way an baby's ear
Unfolds in your

This gets stronger every year
This direction of a tear down your cheek
And is no escaping it

There is no
The that is making
It's home in radio

Bless this alley
we have fallen from tall
we have fallen the air
Into a sweetly smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the
Now they're waiting for the shining of some sun to show us
All that is beauty
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm here
But Black Sheep Boy your lovers
With your of favorite pillows
with list of missing children
With the wall where you drew
Overlooking hidden
Cut apart by jagged
up into the air
And crumbling into a fountain
Where the water forever
Like a quiet treasure
When you rise up to
When you this tiny alley
When you me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing me
Brushing past them in the
Scream all this is dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up a word from us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

(There's no
The thing that is
home in your radio

There's no
The thing is making
It's in your radio)