Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge of the Dadaists

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

seclusion frightens me

What to youthful armies,
gardens,
Proud role

Now I sit
zombie
Longing for the

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

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

Grabbing air pockets to yourself
You on extra limbs
And in

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

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

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

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

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

Does pain make it void
If energy is transferred, not

I them to all join
confusion through ballpoint

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

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

You feel the pulse

The throb
The nucleus
You see around you
Who felt it all

Black and superior senses
Curious noses
They seem

they really care?
They know they knew we refuse to understand
Prevention goes so far
way for the newborn

There's so much carbon in the work
Take a

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

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

You never warned me that I would get so burnt
I always freeze upon now
So the don't hurt