Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, who is the one this fall?"
I've a season with the wolves at the door.
With magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
Some say the apple doesn't fall far the tree
But that's just a way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is to put on a few hundred years.
And willing to earn them through your and your tears.
I want you to listen to the of my voice
And know I was by chance not by choice.
may call that the death of the light
But I like to it "Embracing the night"
Too many are held out to take.
Too many hands prepared to break.
Now, for another with the wolves at the door,
Hungry and scratching and for more.
There is a 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 on that line.
I've seen an endless sky of ships
And realized men will never make it home.
We near a when all of us know.
When we out.
Do we really reap what we
It will be cold when the rain comes, to the tears as they fall.
I will be cold to a lesser man from a ledge and then
And and then...
I to cast off the wings of desire.
I want be in a field of fire.
I want to stand up and be feet tall.
I to reach out and feel nothing at all.