Luyện nghe bài hát Ants of the Sky

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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... fly on.
In your mind, you fly.
on.

My teeth grin today...
They seem to more than normal.
it will be noticed.

(That's all we ever asked for. through 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 produces the nerve)

dead.