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

Blind your head in catastrophe
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And flows our hands
I said 'Hi' to a man who shot his
Panned through the
And jumped in front of a
Said I'm a bit to meet you
Life's what do to a day
So smiles pave the way
drips with waves
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 the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to and
I know the feeling of you out of a building
Tiny people hit the sky
Still the got up and wiped your face
You expected to fly, up your misfortune
'em to a Maitre-Dee
Who wears dead on his face
And is hoping to wings
He wants to tell you
'hey give your tears to
Grind yourself under your stolen years
in your pockets
Your getting numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the that seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I walked sightseeing a screen
a mean green ping
Dives first into a hole in the water
Drives to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a of dirt that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair my head rides.
I your kind through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away from the
A like section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell your to zero
got nothing to hide.