Luyện nghe bài hát Contrails

[feat. Quinn]
I know, leaving's your living, in your bones
No one can escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I wrote song
Your contrail's coated in broken
You polished up this pretty of a hope
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But that's why I wrote this
That's why I this song
That's why I this song
why I wrote this song
I know you the words, so sing along
She always made the best of and blind
dress of canes and signs
Tracing their apparel, like a judge of in Braille
She never missed a lift, a bump, or
But fingertips will drift and miss from time to time
And this is how we
that slipped our grip
Over wit and charm on breath
Frantically fishing for familiarness on
And this is just, shit, is this?
This is
I know her cane is just a
Tin cup's a crutch for crippled
Her slain perception's deception
What's astonishing, we it, see
Every Harry, Dick, and Tom, her very fickle palms
Palming a promise ring, you follow me?
A strong men choked on the bit
While the blind guides the bridle toward the abyss
And this can end wrong
But it, that's the reason why I wrote this song
I know, leaving's living, built in your bones
No one can escape all of their ghosts
So if you walk, you better how to run
That's why I this song
Your contrail's coated in homes
You polished up this pretty pearl of a
That I won't parade your skeletons for
But that's why I wrote this
Terray said it the truest, I set it to music
all "Conquistadors of the Useless"
What kind of fool is so stupid to a mountain do it
Then climb back down to the town a picture to prove it?
I it
From the moment I saw eyes flash wide in the crowd
That you would cut and run, but it's too to turn back now
It's those burnt black clouds submerge the Earth in shroud
That earn that crown
And is how we rise by taking the fall
Survive another on straight to the thaw
One day you'll to strain the tea through your teeth
And maybe find the strength to to the peak
Press on the thin again till I cannot breathe
I swallowed so much of my damn pride it chokes me
The real is not a slipped grip at the edge of the peak
The danger is to linger at the base of the thing
I know, leaving's your living, in your bones
No one can ever escape all of their
So if you walk, you learn how to run
That's why I wrote song
Your contrail's in broken homes
You polished up this pretty pearl of a
That I won't your skeletons for everyone
But that's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote song
That's why I wrote this
why I wrote this song
I you know the words, so sing along