Luyện nghe bài hát Sonic Wind

Sonic honing in
On a that no one can hear
Perfect pitch, simple
Promises it would appear

In the

Change in direction birds never fly nor roam
Lie 'neath green and wait for the call to come

bats, poised to attack
And set ablaze the and the roofs
Until the plan the hand
Burns the down to the ground, through the ground

Creators are carving and wounds are to weep
Sink to the table filtering the years
Closing behind the nightmarish that run deep
Down in green valleys wait for the call to

When it's all and the empty quarter
Returns to the emptiness

5000 over airplane graveyards
Landmass oceans
continents a sonic wind
Honing in on a no one can hear
pitch, simple glitch, promises
Over the skies, in

Change in
A wind is blowing
And the fire it is
Down in green valleys where birds never fly nor
Over graveyards
And the wind is whistling