Luyện nghe bài hát High-Strung Poets

You wrote in camouflage
to see your eyes out just right and you
fired your last cannon pen.
your parchment battlefield
so in rhyme and meter and
your war of words began to its Hell today.

your words against the sun.
It's like high-strung poets on a string.
Tied to one another, always for something.

You'll throw your weapons again
and see the ink spilled through the and you'll
surrender your lasts to the machine again.

your words against the sun.
It's like high-strung on a porcelain string.
to one another, always searching for something.

Let the sun disguise the
of describing misery.
reflecting light beneath the
thoughts I I'd never.