Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Fingers

Stand and move and walk the water.
the cover from the city.
Watch its insides twitch and smoke and endlessly.
Sinking. deep beneath the water.
of other worlds exist.
Soon enough we'll tear open.
Soon we'll break them too.

Swimming. Watching eat the ocean.
Metal scrape the skies.
The windows look like Christmas from out here.
Floating. Counting clouds. slowly fading.
Blending in cardboard skies.
Soon manufacture replicas.
all replaceable.

From the sky, the train tracks like stitches.
they're holding the world together; like it'll blow any minute.
And I've got another thought I'll to myself.
Until the skeletons walk free. Until the make-up all off.
There's nothing new to discover, nothing new to invent.
There's nothing new to think that hasn't been of before.
And there's nothing to we haven't already forgotten.
There's nothing left, there's new, there's nothing
No, no, no, no.
And I've got another dream I'll to myself.
Until the tyrants are dead and the are swallowed whole.
And I've got a I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I'd always to send.
We'd speak our and change the world.
We'd fix the and pave the way.
But now we're fresh out of now we've run dry on hope.
are no saviors in technology: just quick fixes.
And holes, holes, within holes, within you.
And a to hang my head, and convince myself there is no difference.