Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Flags

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