Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

Sit back, no is written
It's nothing you of Yourself
It's just a ghost, unbidden
To this

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

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

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

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

this tiny alley
we fallen from tall buildings
we have fallen the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the
Sleeping flowers now sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the of some future sun to show us
All is your beauty
Oh and all that brings you
I could into your hide
And say I hope I'm here
But Black Sheep Boy your lovers
your list of favorite pillows
with your of missing children
With the wall where you drew
hidden gardens
Cut apart by jagged
Climbing up the air
And crumbling into a fountain
the water waits forever
Like a quiet treasure
When you rise up to
When you leave tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every brushing past me
Brushing past them in the
Scream all this is window
All you are is curtains
you flame up with a word from us
And know that you're Burning!

Burning!

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

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