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 sons and daughters. I am the swatter.
This awkward and mindless of predictable outcomes.
Don't mistake my for love songs.

The color-blind daughter of the oil painter and the son of the cellist:
you tell us of the love that brought you up?
You said the thought of me you so thin,
Was I the reason you eating again?

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

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

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

I made you so
Regular and 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 and carry to the irregular.
The domestic who live of terms and confines will love the way that's expected.
Like a to be paid.
crack in the paint.
Another bird that sings its song of but lives its life of powerline days.