Luyện nghe bài hát Powerline Days

I can't but see it all now:
The dance of dominance and the rites- like a muzzle for the face of love.
And a small script written for your and daughters. I am the bar-fly swatter.
This awkward and 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:
Won't you us of the love that brought you up?
You said the thought of me you so thin,
Was I the reason you stopped again?

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

It me feel
Regular and domestic to love on others 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 ceilings to and lose yourself in the throes
If it takes all that we are to find a heart and home, well that's how go.

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

I you feel 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 winds and to the irregular.
The domestic who live inside of terms and confines will love the way expected.
a month to be paid.
Another in the paint.
Another bird that sings its song of but lives its life of powerline days.