Luyện nghe bài hát Usually Just A T-shirt: Untitled #12

Blind head in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits apples bite
And flows our hands
I said to a man who shot his sister
Panned through the
And jumped in front of a
I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's what do to a day
So their pave the way
Sand drips waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who in fairy's wombs
And the road the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
the ground got up and wiped your face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
Sling 'em to a
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to wings
He really to tell you
'hey give tears to today'
Grind souvenirs under your stolen years
Hands in your
Your hands getting numb hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that to meet defeat you
Did you try to hug the sky behind 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
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of
Sucked from a hair digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away the climb
A tape section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
Tell problems to zero
got nothing to hide.