Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds Like Balloons

Ancient

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

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

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

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

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

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

The past never dies
I don't think we 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 at the end of our toes
on, and on, and on, and on
The at the core of our bones
on