Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

There is no
The thing is making
home in your radio

Bless tiny alley
we have fallen from buildings
we have fallen the air
a garden sweetly smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit the sidewalk
Now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to us
All that is your
Oh and all that you pleasure
I sigh into your hide
And say I I'm here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with lovers
With list of favorite pillows
your list of missing children
With the where you drew windows
Overlooking hidden
Cut apart by mountains
up into the air
And down into a fountain
the water waits forever
Like a quiet distant
you rise up to recover
When you leave tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With your all hung with cedar
Every spirit past me
Brushing them in the ether
Scream all this is dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up with a from us
And won't that you're Burning!

Burning!

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

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