Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

I dreamed you were a
Of the space our chairs
And I was a
Of the tangles in your

I sang the song that brings
It's the one everybody knows, everybody knows
The song that sings
And this, this is how it

These looms that apocrypha
They're hanging from a
This dark and empty rooms full
Of hands

Awkward pause, the flaw
Time, a crooked bow
Time is a bow

you need to learn to love
The ebb just the flow

Grab of your bootstraps and pull like hell
Until feels sorry for you and lets you go
As if you the proper chemicals to know, oh
The way it the last time you let yourself fall this low

Time, it's a crooked bow
Time's a bow
a crooked bow, oh, ooh

Fifty-five and years later
At the of this gigantic crater
An armchair to you
Yeah, this armchair to you

And it says someday we'll get back at them all
With epoxy and a pair of
As ancient sea slugs to crawl
the ragweed and barbed wire, oh

You didn't write, you didn't
It didn't cross your at all, hey
Through the waves, the of hay and straw
You feel a thing at all
Fifty-five and three-eighths,
and three-eighths time, time