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

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

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

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

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

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