Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Of Madness

In full from reality, the misunderstood angels of madness dwell,
Taken with delusions that can only be by them, they openly share.
All things forbidden by the of conformity, taking on patterns and color,
We lay down, exhausted, drawing breath unseen forces everywhere.

The beat poet a box from under his bed, half-propped on one elbow,
He watched intrigue as I drew life from his perceptions, scrawled out,
In pencil, he portrayed life more clearly Ive ever seen it before.
Unmasked, the twisted pain and pleasure of the life of this loser, so rare.

I closed my eyes and captured moment in time.
The words and cadence, and un-rhymed,
Said it and clearer than excerpts, refined.

meeting for coffee at a local caf, I took him to see my new dwelling.
Once there, I took out my list of to vex, lighting the corner with fire,
Reciting an incantation Id made up right then and there; his
The corners of his wryly turned up, his eyes danced with a fear he knew.

We looked into each others in silence, and he shared in my torment.
Like the night I casually his ranting for hours, unaware
That the sharing of our souls was a purging and cleansing
We released each others emotions, all laid open and bare.

The beat poet nodded, as if, a dare and a snare
He took my challenge, and we knew this,
Of our with those angels of madness, everywhere.