Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

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

I turn and brush the birds 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 moon and the damn thing crumbles.
You the stars reflecting in the windows.
And then you just how minimal you are.

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

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

I have no 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 through your insides.
And for a moment you feel like alive.
And then gone, so you get up.

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

(Oh no, no)

We'll leave on the train.
It won't be long, but it that way.
But home never meant much to us anyway.
So we ourselves that we're better off gone.
And we're right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn't like such a waste.
And we fall asleep, leaves of a couple of them nearby tress.
And we wake again.