Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields have cut off)
The fields have been cut off with stars and windmills
The ticking clock out of control, erosion claims the monuments
The wires rust sets the ghost with hollow empty sound
Breaking on its to eardrums
these low vibrations to an awful piercing pitch
So tear us down so we can cut our throats leaving the
Written in the sky, No we won't, no we won't put these hands tonight

And breathing takes practice and its we missed
So we died end we're giving up
Climb the in hopes of...

The flowing grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us down
from the stand off as if they wouldn't look
Turn the lights low. precious time.
Wait for no one. Tell it it is. (x 4)

Turn the low. Wasting precious time.
out the lights and dream of colors
Wait for no one. Tell it it is. (x 2)

And breathing takes practice and its we missed
So we die end transmission we're up

Climb the in hopes of...
Climb the spires in hopes that the off ends today
Climb the in hopes of...
Climb the spires in hopes that the destruction we're saved

We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have cut off with stars and black windmills
Sudden full... release!

We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
Suffer face, hands,

We're surrounded... just the gun
The have been cut off with stars and black windmills
full... sudden release!

We're surrounded... drop the gun
The fields have been cut off, the clock spins out of control
face, hands, suffocate

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we die end transmission we're up
We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and black
Sudden full... release!

Climb the spires in hopes that the off ends today
We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have been cut off, the clock spins out of control
Suffer face, hands,
Climb the in hopes that the stand off ends today