Luyện nghe bài hát Invalid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And It Seems My Is Only Just Pretend
And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of
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 Be Twice As Dense As Ours
Twice As Dense As

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

We Don't Need No One To Out The Lights For Us
How Can You At A Time Like This
The Was Pointless, The Question Amiss
To Err Conscious The Words A Mistake
How Can I Afford To Stay