Luyện nghe bài hát Closer to the Truth and Farther from the Sky

Ribbons flying out the window
As we down the interstate
Sex was so brand new
It was hard as to wait

She made faces at the goddamn
And said, "Look at you boy, you must Satan"
Just because I had the long hair
As the in all their paintings

church just made me scared
Of like servant and faith and congregation
In a world with so many answers
Why do I need so many
To get closer to the and further from the sky?

Check,
And the static the speakers
Like a hymns of inspiration
The road just winds the canyon
a big black snake headed for salvation
And I'm getting closer to the truth and from the sky

A venue wall-papered and menus
In a town that its own name
We hungry for anything that had a pulse
As we freed ourselves the rain

There's a metal head playing guitar
For a pop singer up on the
his guitar held high and his head held low
He just a chance to be seen

And the singes the speakers
a thousand hymns of inspiration
The road winds through the canyon
Like a big black snake headed for
And I'm getting closer to the and further from the sky

Well, he tells me at the bar that he's on his leg
That he to have it all in his hands
the girls don't think much of him these days
It's hard for him to understand

he's a little bit older and a little bit thin
But he's still got his in a sling
And we for the drinks and the bartender drinks
And it couldn't be more late, we're all so late

'Cause the singes the speakers
Like a hymns of inspiration
The road just through the canyon
Like a big black snake headed for
And I'm getting to the truth and further from the sky