Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my head in what the ancients made.
I go to catch myself up.
a colossal art to curb the motor 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 the bend, so awful permanent.

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

I put waltzing haunt on the shelf
It buried my health.
You knew as well as else,
I asking 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 if I watched the sea long enough I could pick it up
Or even if you turned to me long enough I could be enough

A stack of loose 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 asked if death was
an honest mistake
Just our agrarian seduction to the next
Do you wed be ok?
And maybe fill the
And maybe be even less afraid of earthquakes?

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

But darling 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.
Bricks and stones 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 youd be the first to notice
That I was to get back my focus.

Ah, part.