Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I wrote this
contrail's coated in broken homes
You polished up this pretty of a hope
That I won't parade your for everyone
But why I wrote this song
That's why I this song
That's why I wrote this
That's why I this song
I you know the words, so sing along
She made the best of deaf and blind
dress of canes and signs
Tracing their apparel, like a judge of character in
She never missed a lift, a bump, or
But fingertips will drift and miss blip time to time
And this is how we
Secrets slipped our grip
wit and charm on whispered breath
Frantically fishing for on fingertips
And this is just, shit, what is
This is
I know her cane is just a
Tin cup's a for crippled honesty
Her slain lame deception
astonishing, we bought it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her fickle palms
Palming a broken ring, you follow me?
A hundred men choked on the bit
While the blind bride guides the bridle the abyss
And can only end wrong
But it, that's the reason why I wrote this song
I know, leaving's your living, built in bones
No one can ever all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your contrail's coated in homes
You polished up this pretty pearl of a
That I won't parade your for everyone
But that's why I this song
Lionel Terray it the truest, I set it to music
all "Conquistadors of the Useless"
What of fool is so stupid to climb a mountain do it
Then climb back to the town without a picture to prove it?
I it
From the moment I saw your eyes flash in the crowd
That you cut and run, but it's too late to turn back now
It's those burnt black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings that crown
And is how we rise by taking the fall
Survive another winter on to the thaw
One day learn to strain the tea through your teeth
And maybe find the strength to to the peak
Press on into the thin again till I cannot
I so much of my damn pride that it chokes me
The real risk is not a grip at the edge of the peak
The real danger is to at the base of the thing
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
why I wrote this song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You up this pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your for everyone
But that's why I wrote song
That's why I this song
why I wrote this song
That's why I this song
I know you the words, so sing along