Luyện nghe bài hát Metal Fingers

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

Swimming. concrete eat the ocean.
fingers scrape the skies.
The windows look like Christmas lights 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.
they're holding the world together; like it'll blow any minute.
And I've got another I'll keep to myself.
Until the skeletons free. Until the make-up all comes off.
There's new to discover, there's nothing new to invent.
There's nothing new to think hasn't been thought of before.
And nothing to believe we haven't already forgotten.
There's nothing left, there's nothing new, there's
No, no, no, no.
And I've got another I'll keep to myself.
Until the tyrants are dead and the patriots are whole.
And I've got a 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 and pave the way.
But now fresh out of heroes; now we've run dry on hope.
There are no in technology: just quick fixes.
And holes, holes, within holes, within you.
And a place to my head, and convince myself there is no difference.