Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

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

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

We are bedrock, underground, we are sharp as the rain
We are gathering pace, we are thunder in cellophane
We are running from the storms of our youth into of the same

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

We are some TV channel, a lesson grown old
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime, we are gold
We are as the wind through 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
the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
There's the and the tide and all the songs not written yet