Luyện nghe bài hát Spacemen On Fire

Our glowing bones attract the dying
Our Mars-shaped distort the space-time mold
made of pure electric dust

The spacemen, the
The spacemen are all on
The spacemen, the
The spacemen are all on

Their frozen faces stare at blurs
As a darkness covers

Our soft white blood creates the at night
Our silver invent the thoughts of minds
We're made of pure dust

We pity love outside of skin and
As a darkness lives

Futures us
forget

Our ships always float on x2