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

These looms weave apocrypha
They're from a strand
This dark and rooms were full
Of incandescent

pause, the fatal flaw
Time, it's a bow
is a crooked bow

Time you need to to love
The ebb just like the

hold of your bootstraps and pull like hell
Until gravity feels for you and lets you go
As if you lack the chemicals to know, oh
The way it felt the last you let yourself fall this low

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

Fifty-five and years later
At the of this gigantic crater
An armchair to you
Yeah, armchair calls to you

And it says that someday we'll get back at all
epoxy and a pair of pliers
As ancient sea begin to crawl
Through the and barbed wire, oh

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