Luyện nghe bài hát Our Swords

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

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

Count on us all falling on our own swords

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

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