Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Fingers

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

Swimming. concrete eat the ocean.
Metal scrape the skies.
The windows look like Christmas from out here.
Floating. Counting clouds. slowly fading.
in with cardboard skies.
Soon we'll replicas.
all replaceable.

From the sky, the train look like stitches.
Like they're holding the world together; like it'll 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, nothing new to invent.
There's new to think that hasn't been thought of before.
And there's nothing to we haven't already forgotten.
There's nothing left, nothing new, there's nothing
No, no, no, no.
And I've got dream I'll keep to myself.
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are whole.
And got a bottle I can aim at the center,
Full of letters, as a kid, I'd meant to send.
We'd speak our minds and the world.
We'd fix the past and the way.
But now we're fresh out of heroes; now run dry on hope.
There are no saviors in technology: quick fixes.
And holes, within holes, within holes, you.
And a place to hang my head, and convince myself is no difference.