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 corpse we really
is a we'd like to throw.
We love the new animals,
we the fearful plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You walk the rotten hillside,
you taste the clouds bellow.
But the you walk
is running water
valleys in of hands.
We all know we be
respected by and death
and by clarity

emotions the banks
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we could to dry our souls.
We're swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
ideas emerge from the deep.
Dolphins have dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To a song in color
is a portrait's
The light drips on eyelids
through holes in sheets.
stands up where
strange hide and seek,
swarming the of electricity
that the city;
confusing power with
in a with trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance with
on the absolute equinox.
to history in the present,
planets with lupine walks.
We're swan.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the shaking
when emerge from the deep.
We're swan.

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