Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

I Don't 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
Pointed At Our Head Every We Close Our Eyes
But Are We, Little Folk
To Do About This Full Of Lies

We Don't Need No One To Out The Lights For Us
We Go To Sleep
Catastrophes, In Our Dreams
When We Dream We Like To Dream Tragedy And Afterlife
A Perceived Reality, A Tragedy, A

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

We Don't Need No One To Out The Lights For Us
Arguing Things Have Never Been Said
The Mail Was Empty, The Were Unread

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

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

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

One, Two, Three,

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

We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The For Us
Arguing Things That Have Never 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 Time This
The Was Pointless, The Question Amiss
To Err While Conscious The A Mistake
How Can I Afford To Stay