Luyện nghe bài hát Grandloves

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

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

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

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

Brew you a warm out of
My tattered
you thick paper out of
My skull
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 pining whims, my sacred whims)

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

MAGIC:
See visual?
You are invincible; you're it for your halo song