Luyện nghe bài hát Tenderness

We've to replace your clock's old stubborn hands
We are the to why
They never had a
It was not so ago
the world was mostly slow
The age of iron, steam and
Turned a to a stampede
But we've to increase time in between ticks
And there is romance in the slow
Because they're fertile in
in haste
These are your
is how they taste

Well I can't count how many times been outdone by nihilism
Joined the march splits an open heart into a schism
I cower at the thought of people's expectations and yet still
over mine to them

Travel you are
Tourism is sin, are the ruins we left behind
You can't pictures of them
If what say is true,
Then you what you chew, iIf it decays spit it out
is a drought
That you wait when you hate everything that you do
You wanna outside the groove,
fine, but it's there like a flower
Blooming in ear
Open up your
Pollinate your

Nothing reminds the of power
the cheap odor of plastic leaking fumes
We crave, consume, the rush it fantastic
But power turns to mold
Like a junkie going cold, I the fix
Of a tenderness