Luyện nghe bài hát Grandloves

Take all the things away,
Seek all the dimensions that
From my dig holes in me with wooden carved
Trowels, hold still in me the hops that left it's down

MAGIC:
Waking up is easy but you're breaking my thesis
I'm gone, feel it but you're flowing the shaman
and thing
I'm in love with truth and and tired of this youth
And thinking that you're falling but stalling when you're holding me

I'll grow bitters on the of your whistling skin
I'll sew pockets of the locks that fall from bristling chin
Keep all my in the trinkets
Dangling from the
Take what you are make it, it sacramental

YOUNG
I'm in love with truth and sick and of this youth
I it to be easy but I'm queasy at the thought of it
I need no proof no lucky charm no wisdom tooth
To it in the same way of that feeling when you're loving me

Brew you a warm out of
My hulls
Build you thick out of
My clumsy
Soundly discreet
Your bouldering shoulders
My loves
I'll not what I done started

YM - I'm sick of this, you sick of that, I'm not as as that
MJ - (My sacred whims, my sacred vining whims)

I'll stake red in my dirt filled heart,
this sacred lot of you and every season

YOUNG
See visual?
You are invincible; you're hold it for your song