Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your head in icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by dead
Ask to shine the
is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And through our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in front of a
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's what do to a day
So their smiles the way
Sand drips waves
And my head 'cause I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the played by the goons
Who ride in wombs
And stole the the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
people pulsating hit the sky
Still the got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, wind up your
em to a maitre-dee
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to wings
He wants to tell you
hey give your to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under your years
Hands in your
Your hands getting been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to meet you
Did you try to hug the sky behind your head
I walked sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a green ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives side to side a floating machine
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I slide your through a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away from the
A tape like of introspection
To would be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
Ride on the
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.