Luyện nghe bài hát Running Through The Back Brain

Running through my in the morning
I think what I'm getting is a warning
Messages are scrambled but urgent
Something in the cortex 'bout

I it's coming clearer
I can see it in the
for a relapse
Clogging up the
Or is it Cassandra yawning?

Killers in the streets are striped pants
They are with my larynx
My brother and my joined the army
promise that they do not mean to harm me

Messages messages Persecution Persecution messages.....

Now it's growing
I can see the shimmer
are getting stranger
me of danger
Or can it be I am merely tired?

a roaring in my ears that will not die
And signals in the sky I identify
My eyes are melting and my are moving
And the that I am hearing are not soothing

Breathing's harder
nothing in the larder
The falling over
Or the Sun is going
Or is it my paranioa?

I that it's important information
giving me my destination
Fragments of mysterious
Lend the game a complication

I know they're trying to me
What can want to sell me?
The floor is
My bones are soft and
Or have I temporarily lost my

Every little sound is with meaning
bandits riding out of ealing
Stuttering, shouting, crying, and
Sentences are waxing, now waning
I'm nearly out of
From my and my betters
The Killer's moving
He tells me that he's my
Or was he asking me "the time please?"