Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
Screen to my view
without control
Our tree grown
mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the with time
Slowly as the unfastens
Catch sight of the mountain in climb

And I'm spitting out that sentimental
they like to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm for the dark hills

Head the hound
And the bandwagon
Deluge of and fire
turned to stone
For the shroud of tomorrow
sings the choir
Nothing on offer here
Except cellophone and
They've got oxygen, tender
To hold inside a
Or weave out of
And to feel like a butterfly pinned

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

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

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