Luyện nghe bài hát Another Radio Song

Sit back, no is written
It's you thought of Yourself
It's a ghost, came unbidden
To house

This infection gets stronger year
This seed in the water of your
is no escaping it

This in the water of your tear
The way an baby's ear
Unfolds in belly

This infection stronger every year
This direction of a tear rolling your cheek
And is no escaping it

is no escaping
The that is making
It's in your radio

this tiny alley
we have fallen from tall
we fallen through the air
Into a garden smelling of the softest
Sleeping flowers now they sit under the
Now they're waiting for the shining of some sun to show us
All that is beauty
Oh and all brings you pleasure
I could sigh into your
And say I I'm here forever
But Sheep Boy with your lovers
With your list of pillows
with your of missing children
With the wall you drew windows
Overlooking hidden
Cut apart by jagged
Climbing up the air
And crumbling down into a
the water waits forever
Like a quiet treasure
you rise up to recover
When you leave tiny alley
you meet me in the garden
With your horns all hung with
Every spirit past me
Brushing past them in the
Scream all this is dressing
All you are is curtains
Watch you flame up with a word us
And won't know you're Burning!

Burning!

(There's no
The thing is making
It's home in your

There's no
The that is making
It's in your radio)