Luyện nghe bài hát Bland Street Bloom

As the rains(x2)

There's no ambition, from vision
Pre-recorded of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a feeling

No ambition, of pidgeons
Twisted up in your of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up,
Think you some healing
No
Same old millenium scorn
of wisdom
Bland Bloom, a moronic feeling

Pretty little birds all in the street
Few left, bare and shivering
In hollow bitter street

No ambition, from vision
maze of wisdom
Bland Street (x5)
As the dove blood (x4)

A of wonders
Man-made mechanical
(dove, blood, dove, blood)

stuffing a turkey
Gutless,
Man-made hole

Like a rock that roll
You are the rock doesn't roll
a rock that doesn't roll
You are the that doesn't roll
Empty coal into the bowl
a machine
Just one of the
Welcome to the middle
Your soul has now scrolled.

No backbone, just and thrown
the show you go
No backbone, just malignant
Of what and and now
Of what and when and how of
Don't count on being free
Because when in the concrete sea
Not you or me in

I can't stand them, I can't this
About as much fun as a pint of piss
Can't wear that and you can't this
as a cold brew
Bitter as a cold brew of piss

A world of
mechanical thunders
(dove, blood, dove, blood)

As the dove rains over the streets
Man-made mechanical
I think I've seen this thing to many before
has never been a way of life
I've been inspired by seeing all strife!

Street Bloom (x4)

I can't stand them, I can't this
About as fun as drinking a pint of piss
Can't that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a brew
Bitter as a cold pint of piss