Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

Sit back, no is written
It's you thought of Yourself
It's just a ghost, unbidden
To this

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

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

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

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

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

Burning!

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

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