Luyện nghe bài hát Gigabyte Wars

Well, you never grow up, you just get older,
all the familiar burdens with you, back on
the hometown streets on a night of stars.
No one said it was going to be just, you really
ought to know by now how She's all red in and claw;
after all, weren't you the one for more?
In the wars - round and round we go,
beneath the vapour trails - tangled up in a web of lies,
hostages of fortune and tales.
Well, you entered in blood and pain, gulped for air
and you cried out - this is just the way it comes;
that's Stupid Questions . . .
It's not the things that you fear that to get you,
But all the things you don't expect, face in a
drowning pool of unfulfilled desire, in the gigabyte . . .
Then comes the rain - just seems to make the night hotter,
we listen to the drops as they on the roofs of the cars;
sometimes it seems you're going to suffocate in this
of noise - but though the ties they stretch to break-point,
still they hold, they hold, and blood runs still in crimson streams
and dries like the - but still they hold.
In the gigabyte wars, once we were lost, we were found;
once we found - then we were lost again.
Get real, if a exists - there's nothing more than this,
out on nothingness . . .