Luyện nghe bài hát Firewall

I do my best to through the caterwaul
The classicists, the avant-guard
I bought a green macaw, named him Verne
He'll probably outlive me, he's a bright
me company, I teach him new words

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

Walking through the of tomorrow
trinkets, plastic Apollos
In the sunshine, try to act
My are full of flat Cherry-Cola
Slept on the bench, by the coaster

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

I'm doing fine, I'm in the palisades
a wash, a pastoral school play
China shops and cold towers
I and I toast to the Caesars
Forcing down the of Decembers

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

Light to dark, can shift in an
Feeling but keeping my distance
On all fours, just so insistent
Fills my with jump ropes and slit wrists
Bust through the firewall heaven

And then I'm standing in that 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