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 weight we'd to throw.
We love the new animals,
we the fearful plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You would the rotten hillside,
you would the clouds bellow.
But the you walk
is water through
valleys in of hands.
We all we will be
respected by and death
and loathed by

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
served us better,
we could to dry our souls.
We're swans.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the shaking
when ideas emerge the deep.
have more dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To describe a song in
is a portrait's
The light drips on closed
through in weathered sheets.
stands up where
strange faces and seek,
swarming the webs of
dragnet the city;
confusing with duty
in a place trees like origami.
Monstrous theories dance nightmares
on the absolute equinox.
to history in the present,
planets approach lupine walks.
We're swan.
silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the shaking
when ideas from the deep.
suicidal swan.

silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the ground
when ideas from the deep.
Offering to the dirt
like dancers we decline
and and flee.
But, with of past devotion,
the atmosphere
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, i'll disappear.
(SOLO)