Luyện nghe bài hát Bland Street Bloom

As the rains(x2)

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

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

Pretty little birds all singing in the
Few trees left, bare and
In this hollow street

No ambition, told from
Pre-recorded of wisdom
Bland Bloom (x5)
As the rains blood (x4)

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

Like a turkey
Gutless,
premeditated hole

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 the fruit bowl
Become a
one of the people
Welcome to the middle
Your soul has now scrolled.

No backbone, just torn and
Into the you go
No backbone, just groans
Of and where and now
Of what and and how of what
Don't on nothing being free
Because you're 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
wear that and you can't smoke this
Bitter as a cold
Bitter as a cold brew pint of

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

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

Bland Bloom (x4)

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