Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's your living, in your bones
No one can escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I this song
Your coated in broken homes
You up this pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But that's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote song
That's why I this song
That's why I this song
I know you know the words, so along
She always made the best of and blind
Fashionable dress of canes and
Tracing their apparel, like a judge of character in
She missed a lift, a bump, or line
But fingertips will drift and blip from time to time
And this is how we
Secrets that our grip
Over wit and charm on whispered
Frantically for familiarness on fingertips
And this is just, shit, is this?
is redress
I know her is just a comedy
Tin cup's a crutch for crippled
Her slain perception's deception
astonishing, we bought it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, her very fickle palms
Palming a broken promise ring, you me?
A strong men choked on the bit
the blind bride guides the bridle toward the abyss
And this can only end
But it, that's the reason why I wrote this song
I know, your living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote song
contrail's coated in broken homes
You polished up this pearl of a hope
That I parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I this song
Terray said it the truest, I set it to music
all "Conquistadors of the Useless"
What kind of fool is so to climb a mountain do it
climb back down 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 when those black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings earn that
And this is how we by taking the fall
Survive another winter on to the thaw
One day you'll to strain the tea through your teeth
And find the strength to proceed to the peak
Press on into the thin again till I breathe
I swallowed so much of my damn pride it chokes me
The real risk is not a grip at the edge of the peak
The real danger is to linger at the of the thing
I know, your living, built in your bones
No one can ever all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I this song
Your coated in broken homes
You polished up this pretty of a hope
That I won't your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this
That's why I wrote this
why I wrote this song
That's why I wrote song
I know you know the words, so sing