Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

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

But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns
Pointed At Our Head Every We Close Our Eyes
But What Are We, Folk
To Do About Bakery Full Of Lies

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

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

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

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

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

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

One, Two, Three,

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

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

We Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
How Can You Sleep At A Like This
The Was Pointless, The Question Amiss
To Err While The Words A Mistake
How Can I Afford To Awake