Luyện nghe bài hát Old Friend

...if we were of god
it be natural, then,
for the to explore and grow like bronchioles,
it could also be that if you listen between the spaces
that the directions we could choose
are infinitely less restricted, we thought before

old old friend, distraction
can I on?
or will I myself to you?
...like I seem to.
these stories that I cling to
when the past is never anymore,
when the past is real anymore.

in this for light,
on diversified synapses that fight
through
I got a for everything in these traps I set myself,
the possible directions I could choose
are less restricted than I thought before

old friend..