Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Flags

an iron gate surrounds you stinking like lace.
your are waving dishonestly.
a pining plaything, so so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out every sound.
ten generations, ten-thousand nations reditributed a lost and found.
we're our flags at home.
(you not child)
keeping our flags indoors.
(you not child)
pulling them from our clothes.
(you not child)
we're spending some alone.
(you not child)
flag confessed
(like it or not child)
it's first
(like it or not child)
out all your guests
(like it or not child),
calling out all children.
i your system up.
i your system down.
i'm symptoms.
i your system.
look, now i'm pregnant with the whole town.
we your flag up (they never want to be alone)
we wrapped your up tight (they never want to be alone)
we tucked flag in (there's trouble in the house tonight)
we your flag goodnight.
i miss the precious sounds, i miss the sounds, i miss the softer sounds.
i the underground.