Luyện nghe bài hát Ants of the Sky

My teeth taste funny today, they more jagged than normal.
been told, I've been told, I've been told...
That I have grinding them like gears during my dream hours.
I wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing one frequent dream,
One parts with the night.
(These are frequent amongst the crawlers.)

I saw them dragging the other day, day.
Scraping their knees... (and elbows the bumpy pavement.
Blood tracks have been the streets.)

Seems the high is taking them all home,
I can't leave out.
Seems the high horse is them all home,
I leave myself out.

Why should we today?
Why should we tomorrow?
We can just pop back a few and drift this pre-programmed flight.
We can just pop a few and drift through this pre-programmed flight.

all oceans...
all oceans...
all oceans...
Across all oceans... (a windy, trek.)

We brought up to grow into one.
We weren't brought up to grow one.

(This to be what I've needed
The view used to be better... lands are into one
We wanted it way.)

I'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. The air of flight...
A bird's eye view into what I've always imagined could be.
Will it be sought
It might just be writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end.
Bones of dust need hardening. I the prescription,
I the prescription is found.

on... fly on.
In mind, you can't fly.
on... fly on.
In mind, you can't fly.
on... fly on.
In mind, you can't fly.
on... fly on.
In mind, you can't fly.
on.

My teeth oddly today...
seem to gleam more than normal.
Maybe it be noticed.

(That's all we ever asked for. Grinning it all...)

(In the other corner the thinker thinks: I more jagged than normal
I am the episode of constant
A nomad in my own surroundings... this hand the nerve)

dead.