Luyện nghe bài hát Ink

I climb the mountain top, I saw the drop.
I cling to drift wood, I swim in the world.

unspoken, seem so foreign.
Have you heard this

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

bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms.
Gasoline and a pistol, filling the bathtub.

Swollen eyelids, by this.
us what you see?

The on the back of your neck stands.
way out, another way out...
The army 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 mold up, rest

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

The hair on the back of your neck up.
Ink into my cup, I sip epiphany.

The army ants escaped...

The on the back of your neck stands up.
Ink runs my cup, I sip epiphany.

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