Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

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

I and brush the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross with an earful of white noise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Oh no, no)

We'll on the evening train.
It won't be long, but it feels way.
But never meant very much to us anyway.
So we ourselves that we're better 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 of them nearby tress.
And we never again.