Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

I Don't That We Can Conceive
Of An Afterlife That's To Be Perceived
Catastrophes, Calamities,
Loves A Tragedy

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 Bakery Of Lies

We Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
We Go To Sleep
Catastrophes, Calamities In Our
When We We Like To Dream About Tragedy And Afterlife
A Perceived Reality, A Tragedy, A

Seems My Is Only Just Pretend
And Dreams Are Only What You Of Them
And Themes Are Reoccurring So
If I Wise I'd See A Trend

We Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
Things That Have Never Been Said
The Was Empty, The Books Were Unread

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

Repetition Shoved Down My
Answers Given By
Sonnets Were Never Wrote At All
Never At All

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

One, Two, Three,

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

We Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
Arguing That Have Never Been Said
The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were

We Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
How Can You Sleep At A Time This
The Answer Was Pointless, The Question
To Err Conscious The Words A Mistake
How Can I Afford To Stay