Luyện nghe bài hát The Unattractive, Portable Head

"Lifeless and face on the wall, who is the fairest one this fall?"
I've spent a season the wolves at the door.
With magazines, spread out, all across my floor.
say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
But that's a lazy way to dismiss the seed.
This seed is looking to put on a few years.
And willing to earn them your blood and your tears.
I want you to to the sound of my voice
And know I was by chance not by choice.
Some may that the death of the light
But I like to it "Embracing the night"
Too hands are held out to take.
Too many hands aren't to break.
Now, for season with the wolves at the door,
Hungry and scratching and for more.
is a future your eyes may not see.
There is a you may not believe.
There is a future that be here in time.
But some won't it to sign on that line.
I've an endless sky of ships explode
And realized men will never make it home.
We a time when all of us know.
we find out.
Do we really reap we sow?
It will be cold when the rain comes, to lose the as they fall.
I be cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then
And and then...
I want to off the wings of desire.
I be buried in a field of fire.
I want to up and be twenty feet tall.
I want to out and feel nothing at all.