Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

I Believe That We Can Conceive
Of An Afterlife That's Meant To Be
Catastrophes, Calamities,
Everyone Loves A

But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns
At Our Head Every Time We Close Our Eyes
But Are We, Little Folk
To Do About This Full Of Lies

We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The For Us
We Go To Sleep
Catastrophes, Calamities In Our
We Dream We Like To Dream About Tragedy And Afterlife
A Reality, A Tragedy, A Catastrophe

Seems My Life Is Only Just
And Dreams Are Only You Make Of Them
And Are Reoccurring So Often
If I Were Wise I'd See A

We Don't No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
Things That Have Never Been Said
The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were

Progress Hindered By
Inquiries In Present Tense
Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours
Twice As Dense As

Shoved Down My Throat
Answers Given By
Crueler Sonnets Were Wrote At All
Wrote At All

And It Seems My Life Is Just Pretend
And Dreams Are Only You Make Of Them
And Themes Are Reoccurring So
If I Were I'd See A Trend

One, Two, Three,

Hindered By Arrogance
Inquiries Made In Tense
Future Stars Be Twice As Dense As Ours
Twice As As Ours

We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The For Us
Arguing Things That Never Been Said
The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were

We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The For Us
How Can You Sleep At A Like This
The Answer Was Pointless, The Amiss
To Err While The Words A Mistake
How Can I Afford To Awake