Luyện nghe bài hát In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction

In the beginning, there answers
Then came along and changed
All these questions and their seem to change

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

We stop in every passing
To watch the world move faster we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we choose to

So wait 'till I find the remote part of your heart
no where else will let us choose a comfortable start
And if the breath between us smells of alcohol
We call it confusion in the way possible

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

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

Scottish friction, Scottish