Luyện nghe bài hát Light Streams

You and I have become
Where the meets the currents at the shoreline
Watch you lace the light across the
As you die, oil from the sky
breaks, engine blows
Flicker and

I stop, look to the skies with an open
The fills my lungs

place is a wasteland, your wings are mine
Your move through the ether
Their machines, high
in streams of tar

I will hunt the one burnt out the beacon
There's else for us to do here
We'll cut the sun from its
We cut the sun from its moorings

And our hands blister as we it in the light streams
And our hands blister as we it in the light streams
Our hands blister as we it in the light streams
And our hands as we watch it in the light streams