Luyện nghe bài hát Book Of Flags

an iron gate surrounds you stinking rotting lace.
your flags are dishonestly.
a pining plaything, so false so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out 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 them our clothes.
(you not child)
we're some time alone.
(you not child)
your flag
(like it or not child)
first confession
(like it or not child)
calling out all your
(like it or not child),
calling out all children.
i your system up.
i drank your 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 up tight (they never want to be alone)
we tucked your flag in (there's trouble in the tonight)
we kissed flag goodnight.
i miss the precious sounds, i miss the sounds, i miss the softer sounds.
i the underground.