Luyện nghe bài hát Powerline Days

I can't but see it all now:
The dance of dominance and the submissive rites- like a for the face of love.
And a small script written for your and daughters. I am the bar-fly swatter.
awkward and mindless game of predictable outcomes.
Don't mistake my for love songs.

The color-blind daughter of the oil painter and the tone-deaf son of the
Won't you tell us of the love that you up?
You said the thought of me you so thin,
Was I the reason you stopped eating

To buy you a drink and to you home, there was a knight in rusted armor
Right on cue and playing safe, you held your from car to lake
Check your and paint your face.
a farce and a fairytale.

It makes me
Regular and domestic to love on others terms and outlines, the of the unexceptional
To love like a kite-string in a bad storm: and conductive.
To break and fray the rest of the rats in the race.
Turn ceilings to storms and lose in the throes
If it takes all that we are to a heart and home, well that's how we'll go.

Does it feel like this been played out? Like you've been here before?
in a snowglobe, 20 years now, getting shook-up.
The headlines on their faces say it's greener,
But all I see is concrete so I'm not sure they mean.
How it feel?

I you feel so
and domestic to love on others terms and outlines, The definitions of the unexceptional
To love a kite-string in a bad storm: tense and conductive.
To break and fray, break in wild winds and to the irregular.
The domestic who live inside of terms and confines love the way that's expected.
Like a to be paid.
crack in the paint.
Another bird that sings its song of flight but lives its life of days.