Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's your living, built in bones
No one can ever all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I this song
Your contrail's coated in homes
You polished up pretty pearl of a hope
I won't parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote this
That's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote this
That's why I this song
I know you know the words, so along
She always made the best of deaf and
dress of canes and signs
Tracing apparel, like a judge of character in Braille
She never missed a lift, a bump, or
But fingertips drift and miss blip from time to time
And is how we find
Secrets that our grip
Over wit and charm on whispered
Frantically for familiarness on fingertips
And this is just, shit, what is
is redress
I know her cane is a comedy
Tin cup's a for crippled honesty
Her slain perception's deception
What's astonishing, we it, see
Harry, Dick, and Tom, left her very fickle palms
Palming a broken ring, you follow me?
A hundred men choked on the bit
While the blind bride guides the toward the abyss
And this can only end
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I wrote this
I know, leaving's your living, built in your
No one can ever escape all of ghosts
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote this
Your contrail's in broken homes
You polished up this pretty pearl of a
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 stupid to 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 flash wide in the
you would cut and run, but it's too late to turn back now
It's when those burnt black clouds submerge the in shroud
That kings earn that
And this is how we by taking the fall
Survive another on straight to the thaw
One day you'll learn to strain the tea through your
And maybe the strength to proceed to the peak
Press on the thin again till I cannot breathe
I so much of my damn pride that it chokes me
The real risk is not a slipped grip at the edge of the
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 this song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You polished up pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But why I wrote this 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 sing