Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of divine
to block my view
Head without
Our grown askew
Cynical mass and passions
the words with time
Slowly as the bond
Catch sight of the in this climb

And I'm spitting out that sentimental
they 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 tinsel and
Faces to stone
For the shroud of lost
sings the choir
Nothing much on offer
Except and laughter
even got oxygen, tender
To hold inside a
Or weave out of
And to feel just like a pinned

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

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

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