Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Thousand Hours

Uh, I hope that God decides to through him
That the decide to walk with him
Regardless of Pitchfork cosigns jumped
sure the soundman doesn't cock block the drums
Let the snare knock the air out of your lungs
And those be the oxygen
Just
Hey man, I'ma say it
Felt like I got signed the day I got an agent
Got an iTunes check, shit man I'm rent
About time that I got out of my basement
About damn time I got around the country and I hit these
I was made to slay
Ten thousand I'm so damn close I can taste it
On some Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie Kanye shit
This is
A life lived for art is never a life
Ten

Ten thousand hours felt like ten ants
Ten thousand ants, they me
Ten thousand felt like ten thousand ants
Ten ants, they carry me

Now, now, now
This is my world, is my arena
The TV told me something different I didn't it
I stand here in front of you today all of an idea
I could be who I wanted if I could see my
And I know one day I'ma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring my ego
Everyone's greatest obstacle, I beat him, that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I'm actually on leaving
See, I observed Escher, I Basquiat
I watched Keith Harring, you see I art
The weren't great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great 'cause paint a lot
I not be a statistic, just let me be
No child left behind, the American scheme
I my living off of words
And do I love for work
And got 980 on my SATs
Take that system, did you expect?
Generation of kids choosing over a desk
Put those hours in and at what you get
Nothing that you can hold, but that it is
Ten

Ten thousand hours like ten thousand ants
Ten thousand ants, carry me
Ten hours felt like ten thousand ants
Ten thousand ants, carry me

Same shit, different day, same
Slow motion as time slips my knuckles
Nothing beautiful it, no light at the tunnel
For the people that put the before them being comfortable
Raw, heart no substitute
Banging on tops, no subs to toot
I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up you?
Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some abuse
I another friend, got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people that share struggle too
Like they got something
My only was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth

It's the part of the where it all fades away
When the lights go to black and the band the stage
And you wanted an encore but there's no encore
the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave

Part of the show it all fades
Lights go to band leaves the stage
You wanted an encore but there's no today
'Cause the moment is now, can't get it from the grave

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