Luyện nghe bài hát Dawn On A Funeral Day

Did you ever realize why there are no in the sky?
Because on the ground.
The air is brown.
We're in this town.
Let me go -- I breathe.
I myself through the debris.
I never felt more alone than on this road.

The air is but I feel grey.
The chill of dawn on a day.
(I lie in unrest) heavy dirt falls to my chest.
(I away) and the hollow phantoms stay.

Imagination in a chokehold, I've been steamrolled by records.
Inspectors are watching me, under lock and key.
Chalk my outline; they'd of this if I'd died from a broken heart.
They've taken art, it to something they think we'll buy.

The air is warm but I grey.
The chill of on a funeral day.
(I lie in unrest) while heavy dirt to my chest.
(I away) and the hollow phantoms stay.

My is their liquid vitamin.
madness festers under their skin!

The air is but I feel grey.
The chill of on a funeral day.
(I lie in unrest) while heavy falls to my chest.
(I fade away) and the hollow stay.

I have felt so alone in my whole life.