Luyện nghe bài hát Our Swords

Out on the wall sounds of is constant coming from your head
And desperate the calls came and ringing from those wanna wring your
neck

Open your mouth sounds of breathing it spilling from your face
Best to be dim to the of traffic stepping on your name

Count on us all on our own swords tonight

Chilling walk home down the portions roads there straight to your place
And look like the tin can with swallows the kitchen plugging up space

Count on us all stepping on our own toes
Count on us all on our own toes
Count on us all falling on our own tonight