Luyện nghe bài hát Vice/Versa

Mountains of
A grapevine in my ear, on the tiger
While the gather to hear
the nests in my hands starve for rest

Sticklers for fun
You oughta be ashamed to trade in heirlooms
For an all day market parades
For a prize, a slap in the face

For you, faced type covers your text
It must been winter

Still frame, no
Where do you get evidence?
Move now, stay still, it takes a hue
The wood, the crest, that's weaved your vest
frame, no dice

Loons light the
While you sleep on
With both your open
I just kept pullin' on your feet
Someday together we'll breathe,

For you, bold faced covers your text
It must been winter

Still frame, no
Where do you get evidence?
Move now, still
It a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest, that's outside your vest
Still frame, no

Roll down in a
I know a short-cut to hell
The long drive is taking it's toll
We need some rest

frame, no dice
Where do you get evidence?
Move now, still
It a luminescent hue
The wood, the crest, weaved outside your vest
Still frame, no