Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

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

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

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

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

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

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

surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off stars and black windmills
Sudden full... release!

surrounded... just drop the gun
The have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
Suffer face, hands,

surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and windmills
Sudden full... release!

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

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

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends
We're surrounded... drop the gun
The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of
face, hands, suffocate
Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends