Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

You your rusty fingers across the ledge.
You get your grip and peer down the edge.
You watch the city move and and migrate.
You're not of it. You're broken now, like us.

I turn and the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks with an of white noise.

You sit up on your perch for the of the night.
You the moon and hope the damn thing crumbles.
You count the stars in the windows.
And then you realize how minimal you are.

I stop and the airplanes leave the city.
And I wish I was on one.

You sit down slow and watch in the glass.
You reach and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a cage to hold parts.

I have no I'm rambling.
I was never one to solve has gone wrong.

You lie down on the roof and the sun rise.
Its fingers rummage through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like alive.
And it's gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. There's blood on the sidewalks of town.
got us on the ropes. But we don't have to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands aren't now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the of this town.
They've got 'em deep.
layers of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We'll on the evening train.
It be long, but it feels that way.
But never meant very much to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves that we're off gone.
And maybe right.

And we on a road.
On an old road, where the sun doesn't look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of nearby tress.
And we wake again.