Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

Sit back, no song is
It's nothing you of Yourself
It's a ghost, came unbidden
To house

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

This seed in the water of tear
The way an unborn ear
Unfolds in your

This gets stronger every year
This direction of a tear rolling your cheek
And there is no it

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

this tiny alley
we fallen from tall buildings
we have through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the
flowers now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the of some future sun to show us
All that is your
Oh and all that brings you
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm forever
But Sheep Boy with your lovers
With your of favorite pillows
with your of missing children
With the wall where you drew
hidden gardens
Cut by jagged mountains
Climbing up the air
And crumbling down into a
the water waits forever
Like a distant treasure
When you rise up to
When you this tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every spirit past me
Brushing past in the ether
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you up with a word from us
And won't know that Burning!

Burning!

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

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