Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

Mass of rain skyscrapers.
Point only to ambitions.
Alone in the city of he walks on the left.
Against the open floor of traffic,
Hourly and literally pulling.
Wanting to to the source.
Hes too afraid to ask so he alone.

Hes the monolith.

Like limbs of a dismembered rippling vains of lengthy full scars.
Yet just above the internal wounds that seem too mit completely,
A world of great matter house a city he his own.
on a ledge he surveys the land between his feet and the horizon.
Seeking projectile burnt in a flame retile dress of the mob.
The lithium seems to sting his tongue.
the monolith.
(HES THE MONOLITH!)

They break they will burn far,
It so missed.
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It so missed.
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