Luyện nghe bài hát Ideomotor

we are but
of
we on broken ribs.
to the glass,
we drown.
Heavy on our minds,
we the earth in cerebral folds.
And the corpse we really
is a weight like to throw.
We love the new animals,
we the fearful plants
but we all
to rid us of our pasts.
You would the rotten hillside,
you would the clouds bellow.
But the world you
is water through
in palms of hands.
We all we will be
respected by greed and
and loathed by

emotions flood the
the overflow.
If
memory us better,
we swim to dry our souls.
suicidal swans.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the ground
when ideas emerge the deep.
Dolphins have dignity.
A helicopter,
deceased.
Beauty the blind weep.
To a song in color
is a portrait's
The light drips on eyelids
through in weathered sheets.
Curiosity up where
faces hide and seek,
swarming the webs of
dragnet the city;
confusing power duty
in a place with trees origami.
theories dance with nightmares
on the horizon equinox.
to history in the present,
planets with lupine walks.
suicidal swan.
silence,
in we creep.
You'll us by
the shaking
ideas emerge from the deep.
We're swan.

silence,
in we creep.
know us by
the ground
when ideas from the deep.
Offering flowers to the
like paralyzed dancers we
and and flee.
But, with years of devotion,
the atmosphere
is bitter-sweet.
Haaaa.......
(SOLO)
In my waterfall,
here,
in hearth, slowly disappear.
(SOLO)