Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
Screen to my view
without control
Our tree askew
mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the words time
as the bond unfastens
Catch sight of the mountain in this

And I'm spitting out sentimental syrup
That like to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm leaving for the hills

long the hound
And the followed
Deluge of and fire
Faces turned to
For the shroud of lost
Sweetly sings the
much on offer here
Except and laughter
They've even got oxygen,
To hold inside a
Or weave out of
And to feel just a butterfly pinned

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

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

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