Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

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

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

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

I and watch the airplanes leave the city.
And I silently I was on one.

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

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

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

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

(Oh no, no)

We'll leave on the train.
It be long, but it feels that way.
But home meant very much to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves that better off gone.
And we're right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun look like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a couple of nearby tress.
And we never again.