Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we on broken 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 love the new animals,
we love the plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You walk the rotten hillside,
you would taste the bellow.
But the world you
is water through
in palms of hands.
We all we will be
respected by and death
and by clarity

emotions the banks
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
suicidal swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas from the deep.
Dolphins more dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To a song in color
is a portrait's
The light drips on closed
through holes in sheets.
Curiosity up where
strange faces and seek,
the webs of electricity
that the city;
confusing power with
in a with trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance 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.
suicidal swan.

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