Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
to block my view
Head without
Our tree grown
Cynical mass and passions
the words with time
Slowly as the bond
sight of the mountain in this climb

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

long the hound
And the followed
Deluge of tinsel and
Faces turned to
For the of lost tomorrow
Sweetly the choir
Nothing much on here
cellophone and laughter
They've got oxygen, tender
To inside a hummingbird
Or weave out of
And to feel like a butterfly pinned

And I'm spitting out sentimental syrup
That they like to pour on dollar
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm for the dark hills

that lead to wall
The wall of
And a whole new of treadmills
that speak no language
But
Hey I'm leaving for the dark
I can't seem to get across with my
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 that sentimental
That they like to on dollar bills
in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I'm leaving for the hills