Luyện nghe bài hát Ink

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

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

bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol, blood the bathtub
Swollen eyelids, baffled by
Tell us what you

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

I've bit my lip for the last
Fog up for the blind
of body, free of mind
I'll build my mold up, rest

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

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

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