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.
not apart of it. You're broken now, like us.

I turn and brush the 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 watch the moon and hope the thing crumbles.
You the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you realize how minimal you are.

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

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

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

You lie down on the and watch the sun rise.
Its burning fingers rummage through 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 of this town.
They've got us on the ropes. But we don't have to 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 concrete are the of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We'll on the evening train.
It won't be long, but it feels 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 of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we wake again.