Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
Screen to my view
Head control
Our tree askew
mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the with time
Slowly as the unfastens
Catch sight of the in this climb

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

Head long the
And the followed
of tinsel and fire
Faces to stone
For the shroud of tomorrow
Sweetly the choir
Nothing much on here
Except cellophone and
They've even got oxygen,
To hold a hummingbird
Or weave out of
And to feel just a butterfly pinned

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

Steps lead to wall
The wall of
And a whole new of treadmills
Lips speak no language
But
Hey I'm for the dark hills
I can't seem to get across my conclusion
Its the billboard, not the that kills
Cut back to the roots of
Hey I'm for the dark hills

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