Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Like Balloons

Ancient

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

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

is not
For entertainment

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

The gone
It seems they've dug up all our
The was lowered man by man
Let's the sky and not join hands

Ancient
We that fucker stone by stone
Our fingers bled, our feet were
But we stayed strong and on
is not
For your

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

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

The past never really
I don't we even try
no difference from
Where we or where we die

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

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