Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dadaists

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

seclusion frightens me

What to youthful armies,
gardens,
Proud role

Now I sit
Dependent
Longing for the

One can't destroy
One can only it
What if I acknowledged reality
I avoid it?

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

air pockets to free yourself
You on extra limbs
And in

The dirt feels and soft
Seems so yet so welcoming
You hear the Earth and for a moment, laying there
Get an perspective
Molecule mix and flesh confuses elements

You aren't about getting up
Perhaps the trees were and merging with the Earth is
The way to live for
float upside down like cumulus

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

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

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

Does pain make it void
If is transferred, not destroyed?

I invite them to all
Forcing confusion ballpoint

Did you forget the intentional and patriotic cut-outs?
I still feel the strangulation me out

This is still not the way you to end
The leaves down to tuck you in
This is where you won't up again
I hope you will - I'm not convinced

You feel the pulse

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

eyes and superior senses
Curious noses
They apathetic

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

There's only so much carbon in the
a number

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

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

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