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 shine the
is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And flows our hands
I said to a man who shot his sister
through the station
And jumped in of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to you
what scissors do to a day
So their pave the way
drips with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fortune bed
And I'm the tunes by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And the road the other way
And tomorrow to yesterday and
I know the of pushing you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped your
You expected to fly, wind up your
Sling 'em to a
Who wears dead butterflies on his
And is hoping to grow
He really to tell you
'hey give tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs your stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands getting numb been hurt in jive
Do the avenues seem to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I walked forever a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives first 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 hair digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away the climb
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
Ride on the
Tell your problems to
got nothing to hide.