Luyện nghe bài hát Heavenly Metals

I was born in the of a war.
The was the last thing to fall out,
on the dark end of where a street used to be.
It was the functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard
Put android snipers on the roof in a chamber.
Shot full of uppers, downers and all
The walls are created white with silver, red and blue
The colours were designed to promote the of a fantastic future,
A better tomorrow, we got this.
The dream was at flown from the IVs
Would pump you full of metals
That personally hand you a ticket to better.

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

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

not my dream anymore, It's ours
x5

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

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

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