Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of light
Screen to my view
Head without
Our tree grown
Cynical and fruitless passions
Mouthing the words time
Slowly as the unfastens
Catch sight of the in this climb

And I'm out that sentimental syrup
That they to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, in the stirrup
And I'm for the dark hills

Head long the
And the bandwagon
Deluge of tinsel and
turned to stone
For the of lost tomorrow
Sweetly the choir
Nothing on offer here
Except cellophone and
even got oxygen, tender
To hold inside a
Or out of dreams
And to just like a butterfly pinned

And I'm out that sentimental syrup
they like 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
that speak no language
But
Hey I'm leaving for the dark
I can't seem to get with my conclusion
Its the billboard, not the that kills
Cut to the roots of disillusion
Hey I'm leaving for the dark

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