Luyện nghe bài hát High-Strung Poets

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

Hold your words the sun.
like high-strung poets on a porcelain string.
Tied to one another, searching for something.

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

Hold your words the sun.
It's like poets on a porcelain string.
to one another, always searching for something.

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