Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One, Two, Three,

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

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

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