Luyện nghe bài hát Eleven

Quit making at the one I love
These tightropes that you're thinkin' of
be undone the instant that they're set
Above this and torrid hallowed ground

Or so say in the city
So say in the sea
Set your watch round the
While bleed

I heard a rumor that you your job
Was it just hearsay or of factual
This tightrope's set now there's no back
To Sepiata and the Surgeons with

Pineapple cones your bones
Pineapple bleaching your bones
cones

They on the crest of a wave
The cusp of Equinox but they'll surely go
This pillar of sleep
By thousands of delicate that will surely go

These satellites at the door
Comprised of the reason of years will surely go

As life flashes fitfully
This so fitfully drowns
A signal is sent the core
To all the satellites home, home, home, yeah

A of the way
A of the ghost still remains
Tsunami rip at the skin
wrenches of blame

A great tidal
the house on the hill
The snakes are all burden with
Plum bum for them, just don't forget