Luyện nghe bài hát Collector

I am a collector.
I lay my head away in what the made.
I go back to myself up.
Been a colossal art to the motor parts.
And I dont know whats
You sewing up craze, you line 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 state youre in.
A stack of loose leaning narratives, I care what state youre in.
I dont think anyone else is new.

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

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 state in.
I dont think else here is new.

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

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

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

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

Ah, part.