Luyện nghe bài hát High-Strung Poets

You wrote yourself in
to see your eyes spelled out right and you
fired last cannon ball-point pen.
Across your parchment
so toiled in rhyme and and
your war of words to meet its Hell today.

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

You'll your weapons down again
and see the ink through the page and you'll
surrender your lasts thoughts to the again.

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

Let the sun the mystery
of describing misery.
Face light beneath the
I thought I'd never.