Luyện nghe bài hát Broadcasting

Fractured signs, they my time
They concentrate, they take what's
Lost they move like ghosts
To empty in empty lines

Trapped in frames of empty
A war is flat, in frames kill
will char and edits cut
They broadcast stare, they know must

raids before they fold
Into it's done I'm told
last repeats to last
And beats you back credits rolled

Build yourself a through fire
And douse it out you require
List your age on page
in a crawl back to the stage

When it's obvious not scared of us
They will drag you back to
All film burnt at source, much too fast of
They will drag you back for

When your wish out they will make you doubt
They will you back for more
your frame runs dry minds will start to fly
They will break they fold

Broadcasting once, broadcasting
one, two, three, four, five