Luyện nghe bài hát The Dark Hills

A web of light
to block my view
Head without
Our grown askew
mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the words with
Slowly as the unfastens
sight of the mountain in this climb

And I'm spitting out that syrup
they like to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm leaving for the dark

long the hound
And the followed
of tinsel and fire
Faces to stone
For the shroud of lost
Sweetly sings the
much on offer here
Except cellophone and
They've got oxygen, tender
To hold a hummingbird
Or out of dreams
And to feel just like a pinned

And I'm spitting out sentimental syrup
That like to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, foot in the
And I'm for the dark hills

Steps that to wall
The of seduction
And a whole new range of
that speak no language
But
Hey I'm leaving for the hills
I can't seem to get with my conclusion
Its the billboard, not the bullet kills
Cut back to the of disillusion
Hey I'm leaving for the dark

And I'm out that sentimental syrup
That they to pour on dollar bills
in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I'm leaving for the hills