Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

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

Bless this alley
we have fallen from tall
we fallen through the air
Into a garden sweetly smelling of the
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 could sigh into hide
And say I hope I'm here
But Black Boy with your lovers
With your list of favorite
your list of missing children
With the wall you drew windows
Overlooking gardens
Cut apart by mountains
Climbing up the air
And down into a fountain
Where the waits forever
Like a quiet treasure
When you up to recover
When you this tiny alley
When you me in the garden
With your horns all with cedar
spirit brushing past me
Brushing past in the ether
all this is window dressing
All you are is flimsy
Watch you up with a word from us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

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

no escaping
The thing is making
It's in your radio)