Luyện nghe bài hát Screaming Into The Wind

Morning breaks the Midwest.
A silent, porch swing rocking,
The glows.
Another spent crumbling,
listening to you moan.
You monkey a microphone.
Your redundant, voice
Constantly a and distant noise.

just screaming into the wind.
You're just into the wind.

I'm my hate.
But hollow, unsubstantiated.
You're an mark,
And I need a target right now.
I face myself.
I can't own up to who I am.

I'm screaming into the wind.
I'm just into the wind.
is relative.
So is sin.
It it easy to pretend.

A bicycle is humming and carrying me home.
The sun is red and for the west.
I'm ways to rearrange me.
I should be content, but I'm terrified
I can't tell a realization, a rationalization, or nostalgia from regret.

Oh no.

I'm screaming into the wind.
I'm screaming into the wind.
is relative.
So is sin.
It it easy to pretend.