Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

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

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

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

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

Time you need to to love
The ebb just the flow

Grab of your 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 time you let yourself fall this low

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

Fifty-five and three-eighths years
At the bottom of this gigantic
An calls to you
Yeah, this calls to you

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

You write, you didn't call
It didn't cross 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,