Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was born in the of a war.
The hospital was the last to fall out,
Located on the dark end of a street used to be.
It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse
Put snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all
The walls are created white silver, red and blue lining
The colours were designed to promote the promise of a future,
A better tomorrow, we got this.
The dream was at once from the IVs
Would pump you full of heavenly
That hand you a ticket to somewhere better.

The 23rd dimension, was where I to.
My in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted.
I kept to get out, but it always happens,
The second our overlap.
I try to hands with her,
But she me away,
Away from and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;
It is behind her.

These hover over all of us,
it's a sign...
I wake up yet again
To the floods of rain
Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I actually function with.
I she feels it too,
Even though she is hesitant she keeps up.

It's not my dream anymore, It's
x5

No longer content the dream,
But since made only to objects,
I need to feel these objects with my own teeth.
I'm sorry if I've gotten sloppy with these dreams,
But all I have.
A cosmic force, of a element
keeps the dreamlike
Of the dream, the one that may never arrive.
The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, night nurses
Try to my future.
They are all tone deaf, their shrieks the windows that we no longer have
fall from the ceiling,
Impaling anyone who is unfortunate to be taking shelter under there.

What am I doing
Is this hell or is this hell somewhere worse
That I soon taste.
Will I ever know of another place, or should I
Will I get to feel any other place?
For now my may paint other landscapes
But my feet only know of this decay. So I in it.
If I've learnt one thing in junkyard, it is this:
Things may worsen at any moment,
So no matter if I'm dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their torn apart.
By my dream lover, the one a monitor for a head
But next I could only have me dreaming of luxuries

I often think of the plug
But I've heard it only worse
The ancients tell me to this hell
Because it's angelic to
Door 23.