Luyện nghe bài hát The Leavers (IV) The Jumble Of Days [Explicit]

Our lives slowly
Like wool pulled from
knit something new somewhere else, so forget us.
We are the
You'll stay and travel
You'll know you are, always
We'll be in our jumble of days
We can never be
But be sure of one
the thrills are all done
be gone.

The can try to persuade us, and tame us
And train us and us and keep us at home
As we try to fit in with the life
The comedown
The and strife
All the misunderstandings, defensive
The walls we dare relax
And the hurt in your eyes, I know you know I pray
For the phone-call takes me away

We won't be use to you dead.