Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Limbs

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get up (x8)