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 reditributed like a lost and found.
we're keeping our at home.
(you not child)
we're keeping our indoors.
(you not child)
we're pulling from our clothes.
(you not child)
we're spending time alone.
(you not child)
your confessed
(like it or not child)
first confession
(like it or not child)
calling out all guests
(like it or not child),
out all your children.
i knocked your up.
i drank system down.
i'm symptoms.
i your system.
look, now i'm pregnant with the damn town.
we wrapped your flag up (they never to be alone)
we wrapped flag up tight (they never want to be alone)
we tucked flag in (there's trouble in the house tonight)
we kissed flag goodnight.
i the precious sounds, i miss the tender sounds, i miss the softer sounds.
i the underground.