Luyện nghe bài hát Bland Street Bloom

As the rains(x2)

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

No ambition, of pidgeons
up in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up,
Think you need some
No
old wrong millenium scorn
Maze of
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic

Pretty little all singing in the street
Few trees left, and shivering
In hollow bitter street

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

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

Like stuffing a
Gutless,
Man-made premeditated

Like a rock that roll
You are the rock that 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 has now been scrolled.

No backbone, just torn and
Into the you go
No backbone, malignant groans
Of what and and now
Of and when and how of what
Don't count on nothing being
when you're in the concrete sea
Not you or me in

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

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

As the dove rains blood over the
Man-made thunders
I think I've seen this thing to many before
Mediocrity has been a way of life
I've been inspired by seeing all strife!

Bland Bloom (x4)

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