Luyện nghe bài hát Firewall

I do my to sleep through the caterwaul
The classicists, the avant-guard
I bought a macaw, named him Jules Verne
He'll probably me, he's a bright bird
Keeps me company, I teach him new

I saw a hologram at the park
She looked as real as me through the fog
Then she down to her ankles
Turned into a watt candle
If I where she went, I would follow

Walking through the of tomorrow
Martian trinkets, Apollos
In the sunshine, try to act
My veins are full of flat
Slept on the bench, by the roller

I was riding on a motorbike
Lion of Judah painted on the

I'm doing fine, I'm back in the
Life's a wash, a pastoral play
China shops and cold towers
I and I make toast to the
Forcing the dregs of Decembers

Madeline, she spins in a bang
All through the house, the smell of burnt sage
Let's it clean and run out the spirits
I know a diving when I hear it
going down, now, under the surface

Light to dark, can in an instant
Feeling but keeping my distance
On all fours, she's so insistent
my mouth with jump ropes and slit wrists
Bust through the firewall heaven

And then I'm in that blinding light
Crooked falling from the sky

Seen, yeah, by, I and I
Seen, yeah, by, I and I
Seen, yeah, by, I and I
Seen, yeah, by, I and I

Seen, yeah, by, I and I
Seen, yeah, by, I and I
Seen, yeah, seen,
Seen, yeah, seen,
Seen, yeah, by, I, I