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

Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles
Ask to the flag
Love is distance and blue sits like bite
And flows 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 scissors do to a day
So their pave the way
Sand with waves
And clouds my head 'cause I'm a fellah's bed
And I'm the tunes played by the
Who in fairy's wombs
And the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to and
I the feeling of pushing you out of a building
Tiny pulsating hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped face
You to fly, wind up your misfortune
'em to a Maitre-Dee
Who dead butterflies on his face
And is to grow wings
He wants to tell you
'hey your tears to today'
yourself souvenirs under your stolen years
Hands in pockets
Your hands getting numb been in grinds jive
Do the avenues that seem to defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your
I walked sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a machine
Dove dancing to a told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a of dirt that leaves that taste of wine
Sucked a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the that my head rides.
I slide your through a ladder
on a star
Stray so far
Away from the
A tape like section of
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the pounds underlying
on the side
Tell your to zero
He's got to hide.