Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Driver

I the earth quietly,
by day a net.
With no attached,
to a marionette.

See so little time left
and yet there's so space.
Thinking why don't you give me a later on
so we can base.

I swim the seven seas,
and the sounds of handclaps.
And try to keep my balls
out of the traps, heh.

'Cause I go on live,
all my try to contrive
plots to make my whole
take a swan dive.

But this ain't
hip hop or pop.
Nah, this ain't the potato.
Uh-Uh,this the windy hop.

The dance goes with this
is called the perfectly still.
Before your brain burnt out,
like cheap will.

Lately I've been almost
all my nights my hands full.
writing my rhymes
and my with the Man-Wolf.

I'm building a better
and a wider fence.
I trust my instincts
and I my spider-sense.