Luyện nghe bài hát Powerline Days

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

The color-blind daughter of the oil and the tone-deaf 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 breath from car to
your phone and paint your face.
It's a and a fairytale.

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

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

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