Luyện nghe bài hát Ants of the Sky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on... fly on.
In your mind, you 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 grin oddly today...
They to gleam more than normal.
Maybe it be noticed.

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

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

dead.