Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dadaists

Sont-ils prisonniers? (French: Are locked in?)
Devrais-je les librer? (French: Should I them?)

seclusion frightens me

What to youthful armies,
gardens,
Proud models?

Now I sit
Dependent
for the physical

One can't energy
One can transfer it
What if I never acknowledged
I avoid it?

Broken tree roots curling up as if to grow the sky
gravity and plummeting angels to hell

Grabbing air pockets to free
You on extra limbs
And in

The dirt feels and soft
Seems so foreign yet so
You hear the Earth breathe and for a moment, there
Get an internal
Molecule mix and flesh confuses with

You aren't about getting up
Perhaps the trees were right and merging with the is
The way to for centuries
Coffins float down like cumulus

Knock and see inside!
You wonder how the doors don't open
Are they in?
Should i release

You leave footsteps of
So no one can follow tracks
I should be trudging ahead but I keep looking back

You told me that I would get so badly burnt
I always freeze upon now
So the flames don't

Does controlling make it void
If energy is transferred, not

I invite to all join
Forcing confusion through

Did you forget the dreaming and patriotic cut-outs?
I feel the strangulation throttling me out

This is not the way you want to end
The leaves swing to tuck you in
This is where you won't wake up
I hope you will - I'm not convinced

You the mantle pulse

The fissures
The nucleus
You see around you
Who it all along

Black eyes and superior
Curious noses
They apathetic

Should they really
They know they knew what we to understand
only goes so far
Make way for the

There's only so carbon in the work
Take a

You've had your
Get in
You be this good to ride

You footsteps of fire
So no one can follow your
I should be ahead but I just keep looking back

You never me that I would get so badly burnt
I freeze upon contact now
So the flames don't