Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
to block my view
Head control
Our tree askew
Cynical mass and passions
Mouthing the words with
as the bond unfastens
Catch sight of the mountain in this

And I'm spitting out sentimental syrup
That they to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, in the stirrup
And I'm leaving for the dark

long the hound
And the followed
of tinsel and fire
Faces turned to
For the shroud of lost
Sweetly the choir
Nothing much on offer
cellophone and laughter
They've even got oxygen,
To inside a hummingbird
Or out of dreams
And to feel just like a pinned

And I'm spitting out that syrup
they like to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm leaving for the dark

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

And I'm spitting out sentimental syrup
That like to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, in the stirrup
And I'm leaving for the dark