Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and indifferent on the wall, who is the fairest one this fall?"
I've spent a season with the at the door.
With dirty magazines, out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple fall far from the tree
But just a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This is looking to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to them through your blood and your tears.
I want you to to the sound of my voice
And I was created by chance not by choice.
Some may that the death of the light
But I to call it "Embracing the night"
Too hands are held out to take.
Too many aren't prepared to break.
Now, for another season the wolves at the door,
Hungry and and begging for more.
is a future your eyes may not see.
There is a you may not believe.
There is a future that will be in time.
But some won't make it to sign on line.
I've an endless sky of ships explode
And realized men will never make it home.
We near a time all of us know.
we find out.
Do we really reap what we
It will be cold when the rain comes, to lose the tears as fall.
I will be cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and
And and then...
I to cast off the wings of desire.
I want be buried in a of fire.
I want to up and be twenty feet tall.
I want to reach out and nothing at all.