Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my head away in the ancients made.
I go to catch myself up.
a colossal art to curb the motor parts.
And I dont know whats
You sewing up your craze, you your suit for days.
I cut the to keep my head up
I stitch the bend, so awful permanent.

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

I put that waltzing haunt on the
It nearly my health.
You knew as as anyone else,
I asking for help.
I let the fall by the side
In a fit of pride.
And, yes, the of my eye
But I feel funny

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

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

I if death was fake
an honest mistake
Just our agrarian seduction to the place
Do you wed be ok?
And maybe the space?
And maybe then be even afraid of earthquakes?

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

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

You started at my heavy lending.
Were right to question all the Im spending.
Was picking up but I saw the ocean.
I mad enough for constant motion.
I known youd be the first to notice
That I was to get back my focus.

Ah, part.