Luyện nghe bài hát In A Bottle

When did life the shape of a TV screen,
A work week, and commute in between?
As we the days we waste,
Love's stuck on dusty shelves feelings we forsake.
Before you it, they'll be selling us blood to bleed and air to breathe.
Along with pre-packaged hopes and dreams that always stay an arm's out of reach.
I can't help thinking there's more than repetition,
On the porch all night stories,
Outlasting moons the rain is pouring down.
we fight to take the reigns of our lives and find our own truths?
Will we die to darker days and break ties with the hells walked through?
not too late.