Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

We are late like a midnight train that's nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones, we are bones, we are hot air
We are under the guillotine to fix our hair

There's computers clicking binary genius the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is
There's the smell of artillery, the sky alight

We are bedrock, we're underground, we are sharp as the
We are gathering pace, we are thunder wrapped in
We are running from the of our youth into more of the same

There's a motorway service on a January day
There's a lunchtime radio show, the shit that they play
the percussion of buttons and keys in a cyber caf

We are some distant TV channel, a grown old
We are rhythm and rhyme, in crime, we are fools gold
We are free as the wind the trees or so we are told

some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinet
There is on the table, there's a tapestry alphabet
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not yet
There's the moon and the tide and all the not written yet