Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

We're surrounded... just drop the gun (the fields been cut off)
The fields have been cut off stars and black windmills
The ticking clock spins out of control, claims the monuments
The wires rust sets the with such hollow empty sound
on its touch to eardrums
Traversing these low vibrations to an piercing pitch
So tear us so we can cut our throats leaving the words
Written in the sky, No we won't, no we won't put hands down tonight

And breathing takes and its practice we missed
So we died end transmission we're up
the spires in hopes of...

The uncut grass climbs up all in efforts to drag us down
Hidden from the stand off as if wouldn't look
Turn the lights low. precious time.
for no one. Tell it like it is. (x 4)

Turn the low. Wasting precious time.
out the lights and dream of colors
Wait for no one. it like it is. (x 2)

And breathing takes and its practice we missed
So we die end transmission we're up

the spires in hopes of...
Climb the spires in hopes that the off ends today
Climb the in hopes of...
Climb the spires in that the destruction ends we're saved

surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and windmills
full... sudden release!

We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have been cut off, the ticking clock out of control
Suffer face, hands,

We're surrounded... drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and windmills
Sudden full... release!

We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have been cut off, the ticking spins out of control
Suffer face, hands,

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we die end transmission we're up
We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have cut off with stars and black windmills
full... sudden release!

Climb the spires in hopes that the stand off ends
surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields been cut off, the ticking clock spins out of control
face, hands, suffocate
Climb the spires in hopes that the off ends today