Luyện nghe bài hát Cities And Years

Play the bow at the bridge
your voices to minor chords
This is the lowest we've been
Until we for the offering

We're giving a knee jerk to the awe

We strapped to the bed
On display from the of tour
Oh they up the signals
We tapped to the

Our sea were lost on the march
From the to the cross
We brandish the of the middleman's heart
Sing the rats the gate

I was still in one
When they me to the back of the car
But I met the road and slept
With of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are to the sole
And our are skin and bones
If I'm but a still
Just move the pieces around

So course is the
We're going back and
And and forth
Grinding our bodies dust

We'll never make it home
never make it home alive
We'll never make it home
with the bow at the bridge

All the girls by the line
All the girls by the line

Woe, such woe
sight of him
Hold of him
him out

I was in one piece
When they tied me to the of the car
But I met the road and slept
With of miles since the day I was born

Our shoes are to the sole
And our souls are skin and
If I'm but a still
Just move the severed pieces

So is the world
going back and forth
And back and
Grinding our into dust

War with us home
War with us home
War come us home
War with us home