Luyện nghe bài hát Broadcasting

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

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

Faded raids they fold
Into themselves it's I'm told
Acting last repeats to
And beats you back credits rolled

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

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

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

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