Luyện nghe bài hát Some Crap About The Future

You spread your rusty across the ledge.
You get your grip and down over the edge.
You watch the city and breathe and migrate.
You're not apart of it. You're now, like us.

I turn and the birds from off my shoulders.
And cross side-walks with an of white noise.

You sit up on your for the rest of the night.
You watch the moon and hope the damn crumbles.
You count the stars in the windows.
And you realize just how minimal you are.

I stop and the airplanes leave the city.
And I wish I was on one.

You sit down slow and yourself in the glass.
You reach and tear out all your cables.
Snakes of smoke are dripping your fingers.
You have no body, just a to hold your parts.

I no answers; I'm rambling.
I was one to solve whatever has gone wrong.

You lie down on the roof and the sun rise.
Its burning fingers rummage your insides.
And for a moment you like you're alive.
And then gone, so you get up.

Up, up, baby. There's blood on the of this town.
They've got us on the ropes. But we don't have to take it lying anymore.
Our aren't tied now.
Down, down, baby. Down in the in the of this town.
got 'em buried deep.
Under of concrete are the bones of our past.

(Oh no, no)

We'll leave on the train.
It won't be long, but it feels way.
But never meant very much to us anyway.
So we ourselves that we're better off gone.
And we're right.

And we on a road.
On an old dirt road, where the sun doesn't look such a waste.
And we fall asleep, under leaves of a of them nearby tress.
And we wake again.