Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

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

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

looms that weave apocrypha
They're hanging from a
This dark and empty rooms were
Of incandescent

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

Time you to learn to love
The ebb just the flow

Grab hold of bootstraps and pull like hell
Until gravity feels 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, it's a crooked bow
Time's a bow
a crooked bow, oh, ooh

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

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

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