Luyện nghe bài hát Glass Hillside

Gathered together until arrives
Eyes on the lost trained in the tricks of the world
Fathers and packed in that crowded room

Upcountry in permanent repose
on the lost sons trained in the tricks of the world
Strung out and restless until the feast

The only ride in
Object of all
Our fears make us cruel
Object of all
The only rise in
our all desire

This life
The of nothing
time
There is no
All is forbidden, all is

The ride in town
of all desire
Our fears that make us
Object of all
The rise in town
our all desire

All
your lot gleaned from the ground
All
Pitiful mass crossing the
All
One drop to cut your in half
All
One to cut your time in half
All