Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

I you were a cosmonaut
Of the space between our
And I was a
Of the in your hair

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

looms that weave apocrypha
They're hanging a strand
This dark and empty were full
Of hands

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

you need to learn to love
The ebb like the flow

Grab hold of your bootstraps and pull like
Until gravity sorry for you and lets you go
As if you lack the proper to know, oh
The way it the last time you let yourself 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 of this gigantic crater
An calls to you
Yeah, this armchair to you

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

You didn't write, you didn't
It didn't 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 time, time