Luyện nghe bài hát The Bell Jar

To be common place would be
But so obscure, we're incoherent
tongueless vigilantes choking just to make you choke
Rattling,
No nails to hold in place, no expression on your face

Music and her patrons are dead and irrelevant,
Like osteoporosis, she's brittle, she is
Brittle, broken,

Static through synthesizers
and drum machines
Beauty sounds like smashed
And references to feedback
Rattling, rattling, no surgery to your life
No promise, every thing's

Music and her are dead and irrelevant
Like osteoporosis she's brittle, she is
Brittle, broken,

Languages be organic because like flies they fall and die
Music now
must be organic because like flies they fall and die
Music now sleeps with and Aramaic

It's over, it's
No more waiting for to live for
Now over, it's over
is dying and we want something more

Now, now, it's over, it's
No more waiting for something to for
Nothing, it's over, it's
is dying and we want something more