Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's your living, in your bones
No one can ever escape all of their
So if you walk, you better how to run
why I wrote this song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You polished up this pretty pearl of a
That I parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote song
That's why I this song
That's why I this song
That's why I wrote song
I know you know the words, so sing
She made the best of deaf and blind
Fashionable dress of and signs
their apparel, like a judge of character in Braille
She never missed a lift, a bump, or
But fingertips will drift and miss blip from time to
And this is how we
Secrets that our grip
Over wit and charm on whispered
fishing for familiarness on fingertips
And this is just, shit, is this?
is redress
I know her cane is just a
Tin cup's a crutch for honesty
Her slain perception's lame
astonishing, we bought it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, her very fickle palms
Palming a broken ring, you follow me?
A hundred strong men on the bit
While the blind bride guides the bridle toward the
And this can end wrong
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote song
I know, your 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 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 song
Lionel Terray 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
climb back down to the town without a picture to prove it?
I it
From the moment I saw your eyes flash wide in the
you would cut and run, but it's too late to turn back now
It's when those burnt clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings that crown
And this is how we by taking the fall
Survive another on straight to the thaw
One day you'll 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 damn pride that it me
The real is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak
The real danger is to linger at the base of the
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can ever escape all of their
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your contrail's coated in homes
You polished up this pretty of a hope
I won't parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this
why I wrote this song
That's why I this song
That's why I wrote this
I know you know the words, so along