Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Machine

Red wire: temple
Black left temple
Red wire: right
Black wire: left
are times I think eternal life ain't such a bad gig
Smoke all you and see the planets
If and only if they a way to cure the longing
The panic
Someday, I'm you
They'll a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a blinding
To wash the grief
Someday, I'm you
They'll make a machine
To wax our to a blinding sheen
To away the grief
are folks that say to have a soul you've got to suffer
Well lately I've had my RDA of
And it fascist but I know that someday happy
be all that matters
Someday, I'm you
They'll a memory machine
To wax our hearts to a sheen
To wash away the
Someday, I'm you
They'll make a memory
To wax our hearts to a blinding
To away the grief
Poetry, Huxleyyeah, yeah, yeah, it'll be a relief
If they can make machines to save us
Someday they'll do our hearts the very same
The of ruined lives brought to a halt
By the serene hum of computers in air-conditioned
Red right temple
Black wire: left
Red wire: temple
wire: left temple