Luyện nghe bài hát Death of Communication

Honestly, my was always what I gave for taking your bread
I never though you would have hung it high as you did over my head

Ever you came into my life I always felt a little misled
I tried to read the signs, to stay in the lines but shapes were always changing

Almost fooled me when you just

Sell soul for someone's goal,
then you'll have a friend!
Sell soul to be controlled,
Maybe then you'll a friend!

Everything we'll ever need is inside of our limitless beings
We struggle and we 'cause it feels good to wonder why our lives are happening

Almost fooled me when you said

Sell your soul for goal,
then you'll have a friend!
Go on, sell your to be controlled,
Maybe then you'll a friend!

Hidden in your history, written in memory-
Oh you didn't know
Hid in your history, writ in your say you don't know it!

Sell your soul for goal,
then you'll have a friend!
Go on, your soul to be controlled,
Maybe then you'll a friend...

In the of, the death of, the death of communication!