Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

Electric charge comin' from the
I'm from the phat beats stretch for mad blocks

My little step set in a star,
Scarred; tread in a sled of bedbugs got my dead head in a jar
Crazer camp stamp blank on the mug of settlers registered not nor approval regarding every morn futile.
My experience with spirit alignment assigns division from clearance to ample scrambling.
Let's note the in the difference.
OK see two canaries on the wire aspire to luulabies both of which had me drifting.
clan ghostly orphan scared stiff in the bliss and list picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust.
Wallow in will to split the privelage cluster; Lackluster as if a journey choice on the nearest chuckle path- dispatch trouble.
I've never seen the water so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20 pace, about face, self destruct. I know the key locations, sharp enough to catch those subtle signs cause, well, this here alley cat's been the block a couple of times.
Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I plan to sit and the twister pivot.
Sleep and sleep well; sleep with a array of fevers, wake as a pertinent version of a pipe dreamer.
Y'all can find me if you lookin for a friend- be the only iron-clad oracle in a city of tin.

I was born where crooked demeanor seemed to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live and die as a brick brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall, and I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick in the wall, drop in the bucket, yes y'all.

(Electrocharge from the mainframe)
(i'm where the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)

Spare a match for the most orchid in the path.
Assorted orphans coursed in a morbid orbit the traps.
I make a tentative promise to flash frequent the sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the makeshift mason's secrets.
Water basin leaking, it up.
The simple triple performance shoveled subtle imperfection.
I rung a worth of saturated costume gear over hell's balcony to nullify the drought and still the martyr farmers shout at me.
And so the went.
And every hung.
The bow breakers turned a cradle fatal, spirit clung.
Croon for the slick Icarus brain children busy splitting the givingtree fresh canoes for freaks to cross the spill in. i'm frantic.
My is dwindling with every pulse bump. Gods and monsters yield the lump sum of the dolt clump.
Be when the stratosphere tints.
I Scout Atticus Finch, inching up slow in the games of reconnaissance.
Now cause to amend the Zen memorandum has surfaced in every citadel fix it plan.
12 easy steps to picket line demeanor.
Gumshoe.
stone conglomerate activate massive.
But the sky is falling. you.
I've hired sweatshop labor to hold to the solar panels stitched in the back of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the week.
to the heartache.
At the of my anthem lies a blend of temper tantrums substancial for me to lamp in.

3X
(Electrocharge ?commute? the mainframe)
(i'm from the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)

(Electrocharge from the mainframe)
(i'm from the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)
and Screwed]