Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we stand on ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we the earth in cerebral folds.
And the corpse we really
is a weight like to throw.
We the strange new animals,
we the fearful plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You would walk the hillside,
you taste the clouds bellow.
But the you walk
is running water
in palms of hands.
We all we will be
by greed and death
and by clarity

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
suicidal swans.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the shaking
when emerge from the deep.
Dolphins more dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty makes the weep.
To a song in color
is a portrait's
The drips on closed eyelids
holes in weathered sheets.
Curiosity up where
faces hide and seek,
swarming the of electricity
that the city;
confusing with duty
in a place trees like origami.
theories dance with nightmares
on the absolute equinox.
to history in the present,
planets with lupine walks.
We're swan.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the ground
when ideas from the deep.
We're swan.

silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the shaking
when ideas emerge the deep.
Offering to the dirt
like paralyzed dancers we
and and flee.
But, with years of devotion,
the atmosphere
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, slowly disappear.
(SOLO)