Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

There is no
The that is making
home in your radio

Bless tiny alley
we fallen from tall buildings
we have fallen the air
Into a garden smelling of the softest
Sleeping now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the shining of future sun to show us
All is your beauty
Oh and all that brings you
I could into your hide
And say I I'm here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with lovers
With your list of pillows
with list of missing children
With the wall where you drew
Overlooking gardens
Cut by jagged mountains
Climbing up the air
And crumbling down a fountain
Where the waits forever
Like a distant treasure
you rise up to recover
When you leave this tiny
you meet me in the garden
With your horns all with cedar
Every spirit past me
Brushing them in the ether
all this is window dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up a word from us
And know that you're Burning!

Burning!

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

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