Luyện nghe bài hát Constellations

I can it on my tongue
and mortar as thick as scripture
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as as towers
I babble on my voice is gone

This hill I'll die on is about 90 of bricks
Colored indigo, inscribed with my name, and with cedar
But the words flat like cymbals crashing
molars gnashing

'Cause like a million years away
Every intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a we drew in the array
for the faces, looking for the shapes in the silence

All that's left for me to climb to the is
The chasm of the night and a matter of
But I hear the
As the tectonic plates start to
And I feel my blood pounding like the of a drum

'Cause like a million years away
good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces, clinging to the shapes in the

constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is
And the shapes you drew may change beneath a different light
And everything you thought you
will fall apart, but be all right