Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

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

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

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

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

There is no
The that is making
home in your radio

Bless tiny alley
we have fallen tall buildings
we fallen through the air
Into a sweetly smelling of the softest
flowers now they sit under the sidewalk
Now waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us
All that is your
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your
And say I I'm here forever
But Black Sheep Boy with lovers
With list of favorite pillows
with your of missing children
the wall where you drew windows
Overlooking gardens
Cut apart by jagged
up into the air
And down into a fountain
Where the water waits
a quiet distant treasure
When you up to recover
When you this tiny alley
When you meet me in the
With horns all hung with cedar
Every spirit brushing me
Brushing them in the ether
Scream all is window dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up with a from us
And won't know that Burning!

Burning!

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

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