Luyện nghe bài hát Armchairs

I dreamed you a cosmonaut
Of the space our chairs
And I was a
Of the in your hair

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

These looms that apocrypha
They're from a strand
dark and empty rooms were full
Of incandescent

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

Time you need to learn to
The ebb like the flow

Grab hold of your and pull like hell
Until gravity sorry for you and lets you go
As if you lack the chemicals to know, oh
The way it felt the last time you let yourself fall low

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

Fifty-five and three-eighths later
At the bottom of this gigantic
An armchair to you
Yeah, this calls to you

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

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