Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Thousand Hours

Uh, I hope God decides to talk through him
That the decide to walk with him
Regardless of Pitchfork I've jumped
Make sure the doesn't cock block the drums
Let the knock the air right out of your lungs
And those words be the
breathe
Hey man, I'ma say it
like I got signed the day that I got an agent
Got an iTunes check, shit man I'm paying
damn time that I got out of my basement
About damn I got around the country and I hit these stages
I was made to them
Ten hours 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 wasted
Ten

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

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

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

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

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

Part of the show it all away
Lights go to band leaves the stage
You an encore but there's no encore today
'Cause the moment is now, get it back from the grave

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