Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

This is the of the planes in the night
Coming out of the and into the light
Shining alarmingly, curiously

is the sound of those murderous drums
The marching of footsteps, the of thumbs
Over and over again, it comes

Were
(Baby, come again, let me fall)
lost
(Baby, again, despite it all)
Were

Tell me the story when you were young
I want to hear it
in the parts where the hero gets stung
I want to it, I want to play it again

This is the sound of a babys breath
The of footsteps, the touching of flesh
To hold in your memory, to by your chest

Were lost, so