Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
to block my view
Head control
Our tree grown
mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the words with
Slowly as the unfastens
sight of the mountain in this climb

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

Head long the
And the bandwagon
of tinsel and fire
Faces to stone
For the shroud of lost
Sweetly the choir
Nothing on offer here
Except and laughter
even got oxygen, tender
To inside a hummingbird
Or weave out of
And to feel just like a pinned

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

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

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