Luyện nghe bài hát Distress In The Control Tower

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We're surrounded... just the gun
The fields have been cut off with and black 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,

And breathing practice and its practice we missed
So we die end we're giving up
surrounded... just drop the gun
The fields have been cut off with stars and black
Sudden full... release!

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