Luyện nghe bài hát Memory Machine

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