Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of light
to block my view
Head control
Our tree askew
Cynical mass and passions
the words with time
Slowly as the unfastens
sight of the mountain in this climb

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

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

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

that lead to wall
The of seduction
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 that kills
Cut to the roots of disillusion
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 dark