Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

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

Bless this tiny
we fallen from tall buildings
we fallen through the air
Into a sweetly smelling of the softest
flowers now they sit under the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the shining of future sun to show us
All that is your
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I sigh into your hide
And say I hope I'm forever
But Black Boy with your lovers
With your of favorite pillows
with list of missing children
With the wall where you windows
Overlooking hidden
Cut apart by mountains
up into the air
And down into a fountain
Where the waits forever
a quiet distant treasure
When you rise up to
When you leave this tiny
When you me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every brushing past me
Brushing past them in the
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up a word from us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

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

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