Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of light
Screen to my view
Head control
Our tree grown
Cynical mass and passions
Mouthing the words with
as the bond unfastens
Catch sight of the mountain in climb

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

Head the hound
And the bandwagon
Deluge of and fire
Faces turned to
For the shroud of lost
sings the choir
Nothing much on offer
Except cellophone and
They've even got oxygen,
To inside a hummingbird
Or weave out of
And to feel like a butterfly pinned

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

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