Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep Paralysis Or The Sound Of Something Trying Not To Make A Sound

It was somewhere Sheffield where my conscious concedes
Fiction halts, the drugs began to thin, oh
Colored obvious, the world off it's tilt
Waking up each from the gravitational pull
What is the sound of something not to make a sound?

So sick of all the same old shit, so on being sick
Will everybody wake up before it gets too
wrote in the middle of the night, chocking and obvious
Will everybody wake up before it too late?

Always afraid, afraid of what the may bring, oh
The last horse has finally crossed the line, yeah
Long and clever titles doesn't bring a song
This show has going downhill since season one
Just an open book reading itself to

So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on sick
Will everybody wake up before it gets too
in the middle of the night, stinkingly obvious
Will wake up before it gets too late?

So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on sick
Will everybody wake up before it gets too
Oh, so tired, oh, so
Will everybody wake up it gets too late?