Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Limbs

My lungs are not up
don't listen what the rest of me knows
And I'm counting down the days I have
listening while I'm holding my breath
I see you...

Cut it down, I will cut them
They over me while I sleep
But I vent too to just lay around
Only while I'm facing the ground

And these skies, my wish
What's the to this? There's no point to this (x2)

Hold on to me, hold on to my
I'm falling the hole much too fast
Even if the light pours in up over my head
Will I see it then, or that I'm dead again.

And these skies, my only
What's the point to this? There's no to this (x2)

'Cause we all change the morning (mourning?) after
But these tired aren't beating fast enough
So can I ask you to leave me
I'll help I am able to

Get up (x8)