Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

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

Bless this tiny
we have fallen from tall
we fallen through the air
Into a sweetly smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the
Now they're waiting for the shining of future sun to show us
All that is beauty
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm forever
But Black Sheep Boy your lovers
With list of favorite pillows
with list of missing children
the wall where you drew windows
Overlooking hidden
Cut by jagged mountains
up into the air
And crumbling down into a
Where the water forever
a quiet distant treasure
When you rise up to
When you leave tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every spirit past me
past them in the ether
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is flimsy
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 that is making
It's home in radio)