Luyện nghe bài hát Grandloves

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

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

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

MAGIC:
I'm in love with truth and sick and tired of this
I want it to be but I'm queasy at the thought of it
I don't need no proof no lucky charm no wisdom
To know it in the same way of that feeling when loving me

Brew you a warm out of
My tattered
Build you paper out of
My clumsy
Soundly make
Your shoulders glow
My grand
I'll not finish I done started

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

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

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