Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we stand on ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we wrap the earth in folds.
And the we carry really
is a we'd like to throw.
We the strange new animals,
we love the plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You walk the rotten hillside,
you would the clouds bellow.
But the world you
is running water
valleys in of hands.
We all we will be
by greed and death
and loathed by

emotions the banks
the overflow.
If
served us better,
we could to dry our souls.
suicidal swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when emerge from the deep.
Dolphins have dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To describe a in color
is a symphony
The light drips on eyelids
through in weathered sheets.
stands up where
strange faces and seek,
swarming the of electricity
that dragnet the
confusing power with
in a place trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance nightmares
on the absolute equinox.
to history in the present,
planets approach with walks.
We're swan.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the ground
when ideas emerge 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 dancers we decline
and and flee.
But, with of past devotion,
the crushing
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, i'll disappear.
(SOLO)