Luyện nghe bài hát The Introvert

Leave well enough alone, the telephone
Be only you can see, a curious and odd belief
Meant to walk the crooked mile, never blink, you smile
Sees itself in nothing much, a skeletal push, no

Unrising, slumped
The seasons are controlling

well enough alone, annihilate the telephone
Sees in nothing much, a skeletal emotion push, no

Unrising, slumped
The dank seasons are

The dropping ladder of
Of crooked eyes, one green, one
A gaze

Unrising, over
The dank are controlling

A had', a 'Never will'
In the syringe being pushed
The leverage that pulls it
Is dropping into the moot, drowning on a sinking
The pressure brings it up, down

Like,

[incomprehensible] it slicks, it slicks
Now it's over
It's got a

It's got a

It real
Now it's over