Luyện nghe bài hát It's Unsustainable

I was busy, I was
I was the fields
A wind of black was blowing me
And when the cilia

All the ash lining my
I a song, I heard a whispering
I gave my torch to the
I counted out the numbers

A list of and names
That I'd best get to, at least
I soon to find leave or release?
To sing again, now and then, now at

On to and on to dignity
On to the grave
On to and on to piety
On to away

All the tools our dynasty
All papers and axles and wheels
On to quiet, on to
On to

It's not

So don't even try to explain me
We can make it,
We can at the knee, we can fall
And still we can

It's not
say it
It's not