Luyện nghe bài hát Commencement at the Obedience Academy

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The appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy
And the crops we'd harvested mid November
brushed the blossom back then soon sacrificed
Lives to jackets when the frost hit
I to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel pass after the have run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the
Off of distorts or the one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy hiding in strangers
When know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, minstrels turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image to the pixels
Yelp bringing the self-stop brigade investors
And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust
Puts it down, and it's down your sappy sing-alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which I'm on
Nova, the elders took and advance march
playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of
Counterpoint: my famine I never got broke your bread
equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones my birth it hurts

Must not sleep must warn
Trust blocks creep where the dust hovers
I my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel pitfall in my gut
And I'm like not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks where the dust storm hovers
I'm to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I 'em with this warning

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Wanting the glory of our fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent on pins and needles
Pupil turned benediction to my dream
Beam in a billion bottle off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a
Gripping the stem and invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of
To salute the moon of our lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Borough up the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands 'round the of the damned
And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine
Sip it clean savor the taste sit and dream later
The ollage pay their back upon they hinges miles
Across the eye window of one less to passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow up just to recline
With no free time, the storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these amalgams
Painting casket careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and clocked out ever since

Must not sleep must others
Trust blocks creep where the storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this in my gut
And I'm must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm
I'm to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at that's why I tore 'em with this warning