Luyện nghe bài hát Ants of the Sky

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

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

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

Why we sleep 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 brought up to grow one.
We brought up to grow into one.

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

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

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

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

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

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

dead.