Luyện nghe bài hát Broadcasting

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

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

Faded raids before fold
Into themselves it's done I'm
Acting last repeats to
And beats you back when rolled

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

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

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

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