Luyện nghe bài hát Canon

Mass of rain skyscrapers.
Point only to ambitions.
in the city of millions he walks on the left.
Against the floor of human 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 poet rippling vains of full scars.
Yet above the internal wounds that never seem too mit completely,
A world of matter house a city he calls his own.
on a ledge he surveys the land between his feet and the horizon.
Seeking projectile eyes burnt in a retile dress of the mob.
The lithium change seems to his tongue.
the monolith.
(HES THE MONOLITH!)

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