Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

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

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

I put that waltzing on the shelf
It nearly my health.
You knew as as anyone 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 feel inside

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

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 if death was fake
Just an honest
Just our agrarian seduction to the next
Do you wed be ok?
And fill the space?
And then be even less afraid of earthquakes?

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

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

You started guessing at my lending.
right to question all the time Im spending.
Was up but then I saw the ocean.
I mad enough for constant motion.
I shouldve known youd be the first to
I was trying to get back my focus.

Ah, part.