Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

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

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

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

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

You sit slow and watch yourself in the glass.
You reach and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of are dripping from your fingers.
You have no body, just a 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 through your insides.
And for a moment you feel you're alive.
And it's gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. There's blood on the 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 center of town.
They've got 'em 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 never meant very to us anyway.
So we convince ourselves we're better off gone.
And maybe right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, 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.