Luyện nghe bài hát Spiders (Kidsmoke)

Spiders are in the salty breeze
are fillin' out tax returns
Spinning out of deductions and melodies
On a private in Michigan

Why can't wish their kisses good?
Why do they miss when kisses should?
Fly winging birds, fighting for the keys
On a private beach in

This recent rash of
All telescopic poems
It's to be alone

Why they say what they want?
Why can't they just say what they
clean, listen and talk
Hello private callers, blocked

The sun will rise, climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut
Who will the crown of drowning award?
Hold a private light on a shore

You fool me with a of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home, it's good to be

be in my bed, you can be the stone
That raises from the dead and us all home
There's no blood on my hands, I do as I am told