Luyện nghe bài hát Cicada

Maybe a mountain
Melting in the
are for the counting
So you're preaching to the
Every road to
Is lined little thorns
If we to travel on
We'll have to and mourn

Some days I you
days I hate you
Some days I you Cicada

Maybe an angel
in the ear
Killing off the
While you're breaking all the
Every from Babylon
Is and divine
If faith is meant to on
We'll have to the wine

Some I love you
Some I hate you
Some days I call you

Maybe there's some
From the in your dark
Your is kinda skelter
you've lost so many quarks
Every road is red on
And town's a beach
If you want to the handlebars
We'll have to the breach

Some I love you
Some I hate you
days I call you Cicada
Some I curse
Who I am to you
nights you're just my Cicada

House to house in the sun
Giving me the
Maybe the desert
Maybe the ocean

Maybe there's an
We sometimes the mind
The miles you to mention
the ken in us entwined
Every to hell is closed
Every curtain
If and hate stay juxtaposed
We'll to carry on

Some days I you
Some I hate you
Some days I call you
Some nights I
Who I am to you
Some nights just my Cicada

Maybe there's an
In the we call the heart
We tremble the desperate
Like we're it an art
Every road behind us is a burning we lose
If anyone can find us we'll be reading reviews

Some I love you
Some I hate you
days I call you Cicada
Some I curse
Who I am to you
Some you're just my Cicada