Luyện nghe bài hát Bland Street Bloom

As the rains(x2)

no ambition, told 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
Same old wrong scorn
Maze of
Street Bloom, a moronic feeling

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

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

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

Like stuffing a
Gutless,
premeditated hole

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

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

I can't them, I can't 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

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

As the rains blood over the streets
mechanical thunders
I think I've seen this thing to many before
Mediocrity has never been a way of
I've been inspired by seeing all strife!

Bland Bloom (x4)

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