Luyện nghe bài hát Angels Of Madness

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

The poet took a box from under his bed, half-propped on one elbow,
He watched with intrigue as I drew life his perceptions, scrawled out,
In pencil, he portrayed life more clearly than Ive ever 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 and cadence, mismatched and un-rhymed,
Said it plainer and clearer excerpts, refined.

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

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

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