Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

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

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

The flowing uncut climbs up all in efforts to drag us down
Hidden from the stand off as if they wouldn't
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 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 giving up

Climb the spires in of...
the spires in hopes 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 with stars and windmills
Sudden full... release!

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

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

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

And breathing takes 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 stars and black windmills
Sudden full... release!

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