Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

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

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

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

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

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

I have no I'm rambling.
I was one to solve whatever has gone wrong.

You lie on the roof and watch 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. There's on the sidewalks of this town.
They've got us on the ropes. But we don't to take it lying down anymore.
Our hands tied now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the of this town.
They've got 'em deep.
Under of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

leave on the evening train.
It won't be long, but it that way.
But home 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, leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we wake again.