Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

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

But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns
Pointed At Our Head Time We Close Our Eyes
But What Are We, Little
To Do About This Bakery Full Of

We Don't No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
When We Go To
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 Make Of
And Are Reoccurring So Often
If I Wise I'd See A Trend

We Don't No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
Arguing Things That Have Been Said
The Mail Was Empty, The Were Unread

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

Repetition Down My Throat
Given By Anecdote
Crueler Sonnets Were Never At All
Wrote At All

And It Seems My Life Is Only Pretend
And Are Only 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 Tense
Future Stars Will Be As Dense As Ours
Twice As Dense As

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

We Don't Need No One To Out The Lights 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 Stay