Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits apples bite
And through our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
what scissors do to a day
So their smiles the way
Sand drips waves
And clouds my 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of pushing you out of a
Tiny people hit the sky
Still the ground got up and your face
You expected to fly, up your misfortune
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to wings
He really wants to you
hey give tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen
Hands in your
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the that seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked forever sightseeing a
Shuffled a mean green
Dives head first into a in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
of the fair that my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
Ride on the
your problems to zero
He's got to hide.