Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Like Balloons

Ancient

We built that fucker stone by
Our bled, our feet were worn
But we strong and carried on

on in
Do you want to my bulbous head?
With features and stretched to death
A tiny nose is all that's

is not
For your

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the core of our
It on, and on, and on, and on

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the core of our
on

The basement's
It seems they've dug up all our
The world was man by man
Let's move the sky and not hands

Rome
We built fucker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet worn
But we stayed and carried on
is not
For entertainment

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the core of our
It on, and on, and on, and on

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the core of our
on

Life sounds like balloons
You and you chew and chew
teeth crumble to the floor
It's they lay, it's where they lay

The past never dies
I think we even try
There's no from
Where we or where we die

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the core of our
It on, and on, and on, and on

The at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The at the core of our bones
on