Luyện nghe bài hát In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction

In the beginning, were answers
Then they came along and
All these questions and their answers seem to

So wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a start

We stop in passing place
To watch the world move than we do
it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to

So I'll wait I find the remote part of your heart
When no where else will let us choose a comfortable
And even if the breath between us smells of
We it confusion in the best way possible

It isn't in the mirror, it on the page
a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the of dark imagination
Finding no
There's a red rage,
But it's not road
asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge

Scottish friction, friction
It isn't in the castle, it in the mist
It's a calling of the as they break to show
The new black death with aglow
Do you think security can keep you in purity
You not shake us off
Above or

friction, Scottish friction