Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

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

Bless tiny alley
we fallen from tall buildings
we have fallen the air
Into a garden smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now sit under the sidewalk
Now they're for the shining of some future sun to show us
All that is your
Oh and all that brings you
I could into your hide
And say I I'm here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with your
With your of favorite pillows
with your list of missing
With the wall where you windows
hidden gardens
Cut apart by jagged
up into the air
And crumbling down a fountain
the water waits forever
Like a quiet treasure
When you rise up to
When you leave this alley
When you me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every brushing past me
Brushing past them in the
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is flimsy
Watch you flame up with a from us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

(There's no
The thing is making
It's home in radio

no escaping
The thing that is
home in your radio)