Luyện nghe bài hát Plot Two

For all our shattered hopes and times,
Anchor's weight on lives.
Deadbolts on doors lock our
of mind.
So few, so few of freedom,
With in between,
And routines.
I am so sick of these pretending
It's the way life has to be.
While we our dreams
For nets,
Answers without asked.
on floors, tears for days we can't get back.
So few, so few of freedom,
With in between,
And routines.
The lights dim down so low, piles high.
No of certainty, treading seas of crooked smiles.
Looking deep the greenest eyes.
Blurring with truths that lie.
Like wolves in disguise,
Out the claws.
One step.
One breath.
May be all that I left.
White to the end,
is our revenge.