Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Tegan
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
why I wrote this song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You polished up this pearl of a hope
That I parade your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote song
why I wrote this song
That's why I wrote this
I know you know the words, so sing
She always made the best of deaf and
Fashionable dress of canes and
Tracing apparel, like a judge of character in Braille
She never a lift, a bump, or line
But fingertips will drift and blip from time to time
And this is how we
that slipped our grip
Over wit and charm on whispered
Frantically fishing for on fingertips
And this is just, shit, what is
is redress
I know her cane is a comedy
Tin cup's a crutch for crippled
Her perception's lame deception
What's astonishing, we it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, her very fickle palms
a broken promise ring, you follow me?
A hundred men choked on the bit
the blind bride guides the bridle toward the abyss
And can only end wrong
But motherfuck it, that's the reason why I this song
I know, leaving's your living, built in bones
No one can escape all of their 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 pretty pearl of a hope
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But that's why I wrote song
Lionel Terray said it the truest, I set it to
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 in the crowd
That you would cut and run, but too late to turn back now
It's those burnt black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That kings earn that
And this is how we rise by the fall
Survive another on straight to the thaw
One day you'll learn to strain the tea your teeth
And maybe find the to proceed to the peak
Press on the thin again till I cannot breathe
I swallowed so much of my damn that it chokes me
The real is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak
The real danger is to linger at the 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
That's why I this song
Your contrail's in broken homes
You polished up pretty 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 this song
why I wrote this song
I know you the words, so sing along