Luyện nghe bài hát Eleven

Quit faces at the one I love
These tightropes that you're thinkin' of
Can't be undone the instant they're set
Above scorched and torrid hallowed ground

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

I heard a rumor that you lost job
Was it hearsay or of factual ground?
This tightrope's set now no going back
To Sepiata and the Surgeons with

cones bleaching your bones
Pineapple bleaching your bones
cones

They came on the crest of a
The of Equinox today but they'll surely go
This pillar of sleep
By thousands of thoughts that will surely go

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

As life fitfully down
This spirit so fitfully
A signal is sent from the
To all the satellites home, home, home, yeah

A of the way
A quart of the ghost still
Tsunami rip at the skin
Anonymous of blame

A great tidal
Over the on the hill
The snakes are all with lead
Plum bum dementia for them, don't forget