Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Like Balloons

Ancient

We built fucker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were
But we stayed and carried on

on in
Do you to touch my bulbous head?
With wrapped and stretched to death
A nose is all that's left

is not
For entertainment

The land at the end of our
on, and on, and on, and on
The sand at the of our bones
It on, and on, and on, and on

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

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

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

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

The past never dies
I don't we even try
There's no difference
Where we or where we die

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

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