Luyện nghe bài hát A Certain Type Of Genius

there is a type of genius
who is proud to so much
he a thousand showers
cause he doesn't to touch
he hides his bastard
thick panes of glass
they're all that him
from the apish class
and the stench of love keeps up his nose
through all the snot his can hold
believing all the that he's been told
old, so old

a night alone with friends
got but one or two
they're like him, you see
nothing all of you
banter and they languish
with all ostentatious
they're all so trendy and
underground machines

and he wont be there when jesus comes
he'll write a book on what his studies
and deep inside he'll learn to the sound
of hope, of

he says why i even try
i will let the oil soak in my
the pimples shine
like mountains set in place
this valley, mine
between the hills of
they grow with and time
clusters spring from skin
to my missing spots

and he wont be there jesus comes around
he'll a book on what his studies found
And inside he'll want to hear the sound
of hope, of

the world stabs you in the back
the worst thing you do
is become to
is no 'they'
no idiot
only a yous
as bruised