Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
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 this song
Your coated in broken homes
You up this pretty pearl of a hope
That I parade your skeletons for everyone
But why I wrote this song
That's why I this song
why I wrote this song
That's why I this song
I know you know the words, so along
She always the best of deaf and blind
dress of canes and signs
Tracing apparel, like a judge of character in Braille
She never 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 breath
Frantically fishing for familiarness on
And is just, shit, what is this?
is redress
I know her cane is just a
Tin a crutch for crippled honesty
Her slain perception's lame
astonishing, we bought it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her very fickle
Palming a promise ring, you follow me?
A hundred strong men on the bit
While the 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 escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You polished up this pretty of a hope
I won't parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this
Terray said 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 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 late to turn now
It's when those black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings that crown
And is how we rise by taking the fall
Survive another winter on straight to the
One day you'll learn to the tea through your teeth
And find the strength to proceed to the peak
Press on into the thin till I cannot breathe
I swallowed so much of my damn pride that it 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, in your bones
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you better 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 wrote song
That's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote this
I know you know the words, so sing