Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Tegan
I know, leaving's your living, built in bones
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you learn 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 skeletons for
But that's why I this song
That's why I this song
That's why I this song
That's why I wrote song
I you know the words, so sing along
She always made the best of deaf and
dress of canes and signs
Tracing their apparel, a judge of character in Braille
She never missed a lift, a bump, or
But fingertips will drift and miss from time to time
And this is how we
Secrets that slipped our
wit and charm on whispered breath
Frantically fishing for on fingertips
And this is just, shit, what is
This is
I know her is just a comedy
Tin cup's a crutch for honesty
Her slain perception's lame
What's astonishing, we it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her fickle palms
a broken promise ring, you follow me?
A hundred men choked on the bit
While the blind bride guides the toward the abyss
And this can only end
But motherfuck it, that's the why I wrote this song
I know, leaving's your living, built in 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 polished up pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I this song
Lionel said it the truest, I set it to music
all "Conquistadors of the Useless"
What kind of is so stupid to climb a mountain do it
Then back down to the town without a picture to prove it?
I it
From the moment I saw your flash wide in the crowd
That you would cut and run, but it's too to turn back now
It's when those burnt black clouds submerge the in shroud
That kings earn crown
And this is how we rise by taking the
Survive another winter on straight to the
One day you'll learn to strain the tea through your
And maybe find the to proceed to the peak
on into the thin again till I cannot breathe
I swallowed so much of my pride that it chokes me
The real risk is not a slipped grip at the of the peak
The real is to linger at the base of the thing
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can ever all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your contrail's in broken homes
You polished up pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your for everyone
But that's why I this song
That's why I this song
That's why I wrote song
why I wrote this song
I know you the words, so sing along