Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the have been cut off)
The have been cut off with stars and black windmills
The ticking clock out of control, erosion claims the monuments
The rust sets the ghost with such hollow empty sound
on its touch to eardrums
Traversing 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 down

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we end transmission we're giving up
the spires in hopes of...

The flowing uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to us down
Hidden from the stand off as if they 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
for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we die end transmission giving up
surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with and black windmills
full... sudden release!

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends
surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
face, hands, suffocate
Climb the in hopes that the stand off ends today