Luyện nghe bài hát Broadcasting

Fractured signs, they waste my
They concentrate, they what's mine
Lost they like fractured ghosts
To empty heads in lines

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

raids before they fold
Into themselves done I'm told
last repeats to last
And beats you back when credits

Build a fame through fire
And douse it out when you
your age on lilac page
Strength in a back to the stage

it's obvious they're not scared of us
They drag you back to cold
All film burnt at source, too fast of course
They will drag you back for

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

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