Luyện nghe bài hát The Rifle's Spiral

Dead lungs it.
You your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've it.
fog will recede right before your eyes.

So long to this form.
grey eyes on the subway
Long before you born
You were always to be a dagger
Straight to heart.

Listen, now, we tell anyone.
But you're gonna the world.
whole life ain't then any fun.
Now your unfurls

As you rise; rise from your fiat,
Go, go get my suitcase, you?
You've blown their minds.
And now I must passage on the lines
To the veins from heart.

not invisible, now.
You don't exist.
Your mother be so proud.
You yourself, granting us a wish.

Primitive on the wall,
to fortify your resolve.
Amid the glitz of a mall
another grain of indigent for the sea.

Good to these wretched forms
All them gray eyes on the
So long you were born
you were to be a dagger floating
to their heart.