Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

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

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

The flowing uncut climbs up all in efforts to drag us down
from 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. precious time.
out the lights and dream of colors
Wait for no one. it like 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 stand off ends
Climb the in hopes 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 windmills
Sudden full... release!

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

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

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