Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy assumption of man the heaven's sphere
Many fit champions within its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine 11 years
Pause for applause, evolves to was never here
Born to death, to die
Form the flesh, form the

A veritable storm of forms swarms the skies
Marital norms but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, and thigh
standing, I was landing

Two one hand, one man bands jamming in
He who power naps, then plans ransoms
And maps man's in a hand lathered in absinthe
talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the of the wagon
Out the back of the
Out the of the Magnum

Then out the of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
Desert zone run marathons with on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so but not
Closed temples and ole little and rode whole chissles
with raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they give you a shot
But you can get the pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in only half a
In the life, I don't even have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only the signs
Just yields and rail
In lush fields bell tolls

Couple huddles of the but well told
It's how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla is what got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is got him by the cousin
He buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
an unsettling scene
An obscene for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of
The architecture is something you've seen
clean

That's words at the same time
They killed bird with the same
And one each in hand with the same bluffing
Answers each and man with the same question
is it?

But you still wanna know but I already did it
I ball heavy, the physics, all
But it's already
If we doing what's done, that means it's already terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already it
The gallery's the wall space
So I made a gallery of galleries of all space

If it was small, it would be Moore's Law
From the of the po' where we war saw
From the hand of a pro to jaw
Make a stand to the till the snow thaw
Went paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica the arms of Federer
On the porches and to the farm houses of settlers
One of several sects who can and charm the predators

We who the measuring tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of
We who at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the cherished rules of
to death, born to die
Mourn correct
In a war, where performance score is your salary
It's fantasies combatting your mortality

I'm trying to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your
To what kills krill destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build
What looks senator inner reveals macabees
Never trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's

Now, we back to of salt
I recall peeling potatoes
In hindsight, a tank of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's another but I was making sense
Then cop out, the highway and I was making chips
A Karate Kid, I was breaking bricks
Can fight Tekken 5, even taking 6

rehabilitation, I be taking trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I make a dent
Hardly, but I'm still
I hope making sense
tooting his own horn, don't come and take a sniff
In the streets you gotta fight, you get for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New Jersey
A stomach for taking
I'm just to redeem
With these hands of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the
If you know it, then come and
Don't bust in while I'm
becoming dreams

Samurais rarely die from another
This is 1985 meets the hover
That was Bobby potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but let it fry your motherboards
Diptique, so now the painting's
But this is Mural