Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my away in what the ancients made.
I go back to catch up.
Been a art to curb the motor 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 stitch the bend, so 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 else is new.

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

Just thinking if I watched the sea long enough 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 youre in.
A stack of loose narratives, I dont care what state youre in.
I dont anyone else here is new.

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

And as the age,
Well tell all the same:
That well the good ones 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 would make our homes if we were anyone, else.
Bricks and stones would our homes if we were anyone, anyone else.
Bricks and stones would make our if we were anyone, anyone

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

Ah, part.