Luyện nghe bài hát I Am A Machine Gun

It turns my every night
scattering bats in disrupted flight
the idea of ideas and tired to pierce the skin
little children lining up and all of their time

all their time

I don't the time for my own lifetime
you blink my stay here is over
batting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the

And from this strangling cable
I have won over death
won an automatic weapon
fingers itching, itching for my

I am a firearm, a gun

Walk this tired planet, sand castles in the tide
I am not my own, so I will not call this my home
I do not belong to me, and I do not a care to see
my reaching out for wind,
like reaching out for wind

Counting the days, the scars
counting the to get this far
and looking back at nothing, looking at nothing
and I turn to look up at your laughing
thinking of how sad it is to see you capture in mason jars

I rip my rib cage open and proclaim, I to Christ