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 house

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

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

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

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

Bless this tiny
we have from tall buildings
we have through the air
Into a garden smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the
Now they're waiting for the shining of some sun to show us
All is your beauty
Oh and all that you pleasure
I could sigh your hide
And say I hope I'm here
But Black Sheep Boy with your
With your list of favorite
with your list of children
With the wall where you drew
Overlooking hidden
Cut apart by mountains
Climbing up the air
And crumbling into a fountain
Where the water forever
Like a distant treasure
When you rise up to
When you leave this alley
When you meet me in the
With your all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing me
past them in the ether
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up with a from us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

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

no escaping
The that is making
home in your radio)