Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

There is no
The thing is making
home in your radio

Bless this tiny
we have fallen from buildings
we have through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the
Now they're waiting for the of some future sun to show us
All that is your
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm here
But Black Sheep Boy with your
With your list of pillows
your list of missing children
With the where you drew windows
hidden gardens
Cut apart by mountains
up into the air
And down into a fountain
Where the water waits
Like a distant treasure
you rise up to recover
When you leave tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With horns all hung with cedar
spirit brushing past me
Brushing past them in the
all this is window dressing
All you are is flimsy
you flame up with a word from us
And won't know that Burning!

Burning!

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

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