Luyện nghe bài hát Bland Street Bloom

As the rains(x2)

There's no ambition, told vision
maze of wisdom
Bland Street Bloom, a moronic

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

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

No ambition, told vision
Pre-recorded of wisdom
Street Bloom (x5)
As the dove blood (x4)

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

stuffing a turkey
Gutless,
Man-made hole

a rock that doesn't roll
You are the that doesn't roll
a rock that doesn't roll
You are the rock that roll
coal into the fruit bowl
Become a
Just one of the
to the middle road
Your has now been scrolled.

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

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

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

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

Bland Street (x4)

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