Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled #12

Blind your head in catastrophe
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to shine the
Love is distance and blue sits like apples
And flows our hands
I said hi' to a man who his sister
Panned the station
And jumped in of a train
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's what do to a day
So their pave the way
Sand drips with
And clouds my head I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who in fairy's wombs
And stole the road the 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, up your misfortune
Sling em to a
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to grow
He wants to tell you
hey your tears to today'
Grind yourself under your stolen years
Hands in pockets
hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to meet you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I forever sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean green
Dives first into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating
Dove dancing to a told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
of the fair that my head rides.
I slide kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A like section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
on the side
Tell your problems to
got nothing to hide.