Luyện nghe bài hát Powerline Days

I can't but see it all now:
The of dominance and the submissive rites- like a muzzle for the face of love.
And a small script written for your sons and daughters. I am the swatter.
This 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 the thought of me wore you so thin,
Was I the you stopped eating again?

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

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

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

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