Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields been cut off)
The fields have been cut off with stars and windmills
The ticking spins out of control, erosion claims the monuments
The wires 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 leaving the words
Written in the sky, No we won't, no we won't put these hands tonight

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

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

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

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we die end transmission giving up

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

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

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

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

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