Luyện nghe bài hát Float

This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a
The prime directive reflective aviation
Bathed in mood
I'm broke, I know a walking who'd spit icicle dagger
To throat
Quicker you can prove there's four letters in hope

I paint a portrait from my called life
Inside the tortoise shell,
Orbiting orchard intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my

one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter
Now is you is the villain of my hologram
Cuz I hobble with hands
Please pan the
We see intent to re-invent dream
homage to ancients

But honor modern circling now basics
I'm Bilbo Baggins stilts tipping the Petri dish
fish on the shores where the feast of wits eat the corpse
Divvy the servings and study the traits deemed
Killer credible
That's a harp of a different color but the song identical

I am not a crook, I cook the wick at both
Just to blend element of chance with my tight rope dance
Life, sight beyond, fire ant with a pain gut be gone
Belong to civil, saint, cuz this Rembrandt paints on

And it's a cold canvas lodged in the gut of
present impressive lung
Some truly learn what a death is
I personify mankind's collective sulk
As a result of one angry Zeus fist blistering pulp in bulk

Face it, die, it on the shelf
to the portrait mommy gave you
Of the day it rained but y'all by the slave ship anyway
Make it rain 'til the levy
My fetus breeds as a combine of time
And his concubine, wine

And it me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the square in exactly 5 minutes
You don't want to it
As a of my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for

I float, while everyone around me's busy