Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

I dreamed you were a
Of the between our chairs
And I was a
Of the in your hair

I sang the song silence brings
It's the one that everybody knows, knows
The that silence sings
And this, this is how it

These that weave apocrypha
hanging from a strand
This dark and empty rooms were
Of hands

Awkward pause, the fatal
Time, a crooked bow
Time is a bow

you need to learn to love
The ebb just the flow

Grab hold of bootstraps and pull like hell
gravity feels sorry for you and lets you go
As if you lack the proper to know, oh
The way it felt the last time you let fall this low

Time, it's a crooked bow
Time's a bow
Time's a bow, oh, ooh

Fifty-five and three-eighths later
At the bottom of this crater
An armchair to you
Yeah, this calls to you

And it says that someday we'll get at them all
With epoxy and a pair of
As ancient sea slugs to crawl
Through the ragweed and wire, oh

You didn't write, you didn't
It didn't cross mind at all, hey
Through the waves, the waves of hay and
You feel a thing at all
and three-eighths, time
Fifty-five and time, time