Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
Screen to block my
without control
Our grown askew
Cynical mass and fruitless
Mouthing the words time
Slowly as the bond
Catch sight of the mountain in climb

And I'm out that sentimental syrup
That they like to pour on pills
in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I'm for the dark hills

Head long the
And the followed
Deluge of and fire
Faces turned to
For the shroud of lost
sings the choir
Nothing much on here
cellophone and laughter
They've even got oxygen,
To hold a hummingbird
Or out of dreams
And to just like a butterfly pinned

And I'm spitting out that sentimental
That they to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm leaving for the hills

Steps that lead to
The wall of
And a new range of treadmills
Lips that no language
But
Hey I'm leaving for the hills
I can't seem to get across with my
Its the billboard, not the bullet that
Cut to the roots of disillusion
Hey I'm leaving for the hills

And I'm spitting out that sentimental
That they to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, in the stirrup
And I'm for the dark hills