Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's your living, built in your
No one can ever all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your coated in broken homes
You polished up this pretty of a hope
That I won't parade your for everyone
But that's why I wrote this
why I wrote this song
That's why I wrote this
That's why I wrote song
I know you the words, so sing along
She always made the best of and blind
Fashionable of canes and signs
Tracing their apparel, a judge of character in Braille
She missed a lift, a bump, or line
But fingertips will drift and miss blip from to time
And this is how we
Secrets that slipped our
Over wit and charm on whispered
Frantically fishing for familiarness on
And is just, shit, what is this?
This is
I her cane is just a comedy
Tin cup's a for crippled honesty
Her slain perception's deception
What's astonishing, we it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her very fickle
a broken promise ring, you follow me?
A strong men choked on the bit
the blind bride guides the bridle toward the abyss
And this can end wrong
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote this
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your contrail's coated in broken
You up this pretty pearl of a hope
That I parade your skeletons for everyone
But why I wrote this song
Lionel Terray said it the truest, I set it to
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 eyes wide in the crowd
That you would cut and run, but it's too late to back now
It's when those burnt clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings earn that
And this is how we by taking the fall
another winter on straight to the thaw
One day you'll to strain the tea through your teeth
And maybe the strength 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 at the edge of the peak
The real is to linger at the base of the thing
I know, leaving's your living, built in bones
No one can ever escape all of their
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I this song
Your coated in broken homes
You polished up this pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But that's why I wrote this
why I wrote this song
That's why I wrote this
That's why I wrote this
I know you know the words, so sing