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

Blind your in catastrophe icicles
No-one's fed in led by cycles dead
Ask to shine the
is distance and blue sits like apples bite
And flows through our
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
Life's what do to a day
So their smiles the way
drips with waves
And clouds my head I'm a fortune fellah's bed
And I'm the played by the goons
Who ride in fairy's
And stole the the other way
And sold to yesterday and
I know the of pushing you out of a building
Tiny people hit the sky
Still the ground got up and wiped face
You expected to fly, wind up your
'em to a Maitre-Dee
Who wears dead on his face
And is hoping to wings
He really wants to you
'hey your tears to today'
Grind yourself souvenirs under stolen years
in your pockets
Your hands numb been hurt in grinds jive
Do the avenues that to meet defeat you
Did you ever try to hug the sky your head
I walked sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean ping
Dives head into a hole in the water
Drives to side like a floating machine
dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves taste of wine
Sucked from a that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my rides.
I slide your kind a ladder
Hanging on a
close so far
Away from the
A tape section of introspection
To rewind be to recline.
Hit the underlying gently
on the side
Tell problems to zero
He's got to hide.