Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, your living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of their
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote song
contrail's coated in broken homes
You up this pretty pearl of a hope
I won't parade your skeletons for everyone
But why I wrote this song
That's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote this
That's why I wrote 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 a lift, a bump, or line
But fingertips will drift and miss blip from to time
And is how we find
that slipped our grip
Over wit and charm on whispered
Frantically fishing for familiarness on
And this is just, shit, is this?
This is
I know her cane is a comedy
Tin cup's a crutch for crippled
Her slain lame deception
astonishing, we bought it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her fickle palms
Palming a broken promise ring, you me?
A hundred men choked on the bit
While the bride guides the bridle toward the abyss
And can only end wrong
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote song
I know, leaving's your living, in your bones
No one can escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
why I wrote this song
Your contrail's in broken homes
You polished up this pearl of a hope
I won't 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 of fool is so stupid to climb a mountain do it
Then climb back down to the without a picture to prove it?
I it
the moment I saw your eyes flash wide in the crowd
That you would cut and run, but it's too late to turn now
It's when burnt black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That earn that crown
And this is how we rise by the fall
another winter on straight to the thaw
One day learn to strain the tea through your teeth
And maybe find the strength to 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 danger is to at the base of the thing
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 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 this
That's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote this
I know you know the words, so sing