Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

There is no
The thing that is
home in your radio

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

Burning!

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

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