Luyện nghe bài hát The Introvert

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

Unrising, over
The dank are controlling

Leave well enough alone, the telephone
Sees itself in nothing much, a emotion push, no

Unrising, slumped
The dank are controlling

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

Unrising, over
The seasons are controlling

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

Like,

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

It's got a

It real
Now over [incomprehensible]