Luyện nghe bài hát Record Collector

im tired of
that i get lost ever again
who knows, maybe i
and I go there i'll be
with a rusted old rake in a of leaves
oh my, daunting

but my blue cannot see
that their hue is probably green
i keep records of these things
and know what yesterdays bring

im not sure
but im starting to
that i've been before
who knows, maybe i
and i went there i was
with a of bees
were all a buzz
oh my, how

but one time, was this one time
when i swore God, she to me
and she told me, oh yes she me
of all the that she could bring

and i

you, won't you fill me up with it
why don't you fill me up it,
won't you me x3

i am always here me
and know what yesterdays bring