Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

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

this tiny alley
we fallen from tall buildings
we have through the air
Into a garden smelling of the softest
Sleeping now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the shining of future sun to show us
All that is beauty
Oh and all that brings you
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm forever
But Black Sheep Boy your lovers
With list of favorite pillows
your list of missing children
With the wall where you drew
Overlooking gardens
Cut by jagged mountains
Climbing up the air
And crumbling down a fountain
Where the water forever
a quiet distant treasure
When you up to recover
When you leave tiny alley
When you meet me in the
your horns all hung with cedar
Every spirit past me
past them in the ether
Scream all this is dressing
All you are is flimsy
Watch you flame up with a word us
And won't that you're Burning!

Burning!

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

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