Luyện nghe bài hát Ink

I climb the top, I saw the bottom drop
I cling to drift wood yeah, I in the deep world
unspoken seem so foreign
Have you heard one?

The on the back of your neck stands
Another way out, way out
The army ants escaped
The hair on the back of neck stands up
Ink into my cup, I sip epiphany

Fang bite tarantula, of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol, blood filling the
eyelids, baffled by this
Tell us you see?

The hair on the back of your neck
way out, another way out
The ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck up
Ink runs my cup, I sip epiphany

I've bit my lip for the time
Fog up for the blind
Free of body, of mind
I'll build my up, rest inside

Ink spills on paper, paper my blood
Ink spills on paper, paper spells my

The hair on the back of your stands up
Ink into my cup, I sip epiphany
The ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your stands up
Ink runs my cup, I sip epiphany

Ink spills on paper, spells my blood
Ink spills on paper, spells my blood