Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and sits like apples bite
And flows our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned through the
And jumped in front of a
Said I'm a bit confused to you
what scissors do to a day
So their smiles the way
drips with waves
And my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the played by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to and
I the feeling of pushing you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and your face
You expected to fly, up your misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears dead on his face
And is to grow wings
He really wants to you
hey give your tears to
yourself souvenirs under your stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your hands getting numb been hurt in jive
Do the avenues that seem to defeat you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I walked sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives to side like a floating machine
Dove to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of
Sucked from a hair that into the darkness
of the fair that my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away from the
A tape section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds gently
on the side
Tell problems to zero
He's got to hide.