Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my head away in 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 line your 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 of loose leaning narratives, I dont care what state youre in.
I think anyone else here is new.

I put that waltzing haunt on the
It buried 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 feel inside

Just thinking maybe if I watched the sea long enough I pick it up
Or even maybe if you turned to me 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 state youre in.
I dont anyone else here is new.

I asked if was fake
Just an honest
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,
tell them all the same:
That commemorate the good ones by a good name.
And if its all the same, well, Ill probably waste... away.

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

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

Ah, part.