Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Fingers

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

Swimming. concrete eat the ocean.
fingers scrape the skies.
The windows look like Christmas from out here.
Floating. clouds. They're slowly fading.
Blending in with skies.
we'll manufacture replicas.
all replaceable.

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