Luyện nghe bài hát Padded Cell 4 Walls Pt.2

Going back to yesterday, tomorrow's near
Anticipation factors in decisions
And anger fills the mood right now, there's no novelties

Hands on the clock moving, I'm going
The nights are nothing like the nights
These four walls are painted white

The TV set, it's broke, all my have left to call
The silence still me, I'm alone

Pick my pen up, it's out for sure
The TV set is again
It's eight 'o' clock, I'm out the
It's eight 'o' clock, I'm out the

Fear myself but I'm safe inside these
my mind, nothing gets to me at all
These days are shorter and the are really long
Another night of nothing, the nothing before
Another night of nothing, like the nothing

Hands on the clock moving, I'm going
And I why you're still afraid of me
These same four walls are white