Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Language

Up on the bluff, I wish I was
Twistin' up the pages of
My cold feet danglin', my bony arms
To summon up chunk of that history

In the corridor the shadows are
And it with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a language

Up on the bluff, where the jut
Out toward the gusts of
My crusty mind cracks, my heart tracks
The fractal lines of

In the the shadows are long
And it messes my equilibrium
And there's strains of a language

In the the shadows are long
And it with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange