Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my head in what the ancients made.
I go back to catch up.
Been a colossal art to curb the parts.
And I know whats better:
You sewing up your craze, you your suit for days.
I cut the to keep my head up
I couldnt the bend, so awful permanent.

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I dont care what youre in.
A stack of loose narratives, I dont care what state youre in.
I dont think anyone else is new.

I put that haunt on the shelf
It nearly my health.
You knew as well as else,
I wasnt for help.
I let the offers by the side
In a fit of pride.
And, yes, the of my eye
But I funny inside

Just thinking maybe if I watched the sea long I could pick it up
Or even maybe if you turned to me long enough I could be

A stack of loose leaning narratives, I dont care what state in.
A of loose leaning narratives, I dont care what state youre in.
I dont think anyone else is new.

I asked if was fake
Just an mistake
Just our agrarian to the next place
Do you wed be ok?
And maybe fill the
And maybe be even less afraid of earthquakes?

And as the age,
Well tell them all the
That well commemorate the good ones by a name.
And if its all the same, well, Ill still waste... away.

But darling bricks and stones would make our homes if we anyone, anyone else.
Hey darling bricks and stones make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else.
Bricks and would make our homes if we were anyone, anyone else.
Bricks and stones would make our if we were anyone, anyone

You guessing at my heavy lending.
Were to question all the time Im spending.
Was picking up but I saw the ocean.
I wasnt mad enough for motion.
I shouldve known youd be the to notice
That I was trying to get my focus.

Ah, part.