Luyện nghe bài hát Hold the Cup

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And the saints marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van with common
The parody plastered every red brick in
had to keep his plights from ticking
I'm slipping my key and dim by dirty tap water and that
Roach on my ceiling circular round a bed of pushpins
Let's connect the thrill of volume to a flat
J-walkin a hook the past just passed the mere dragon bandwagon
I'm sorry, we've never met, my name is
Thanks friend, good looking, I'll see you again
Feeding frenzy, stomach, empty oceans
Spangled in hooks dangle by anglers off the of burning books
And if you're, not gonna eat
Kill joy by spirits lacking harnesses
Merchant, Goliath dipped in slip shy posture evening
So I feed idea turn sun dial to son adopt the reroute dreaming
Oh I'll ride the plain bow in flare gully yellow rain
Heard a harp but sunny ways my lifeline searching for the note
Oh please, I know butterfly ain't fit to auction
Dig my tossing walking head hung
Skylark litigants out like cats straight up participants
I am the triant diaries of a low life siphon through vein
Anti-diligence movement, here the hunger
Working class trash raped where racist hit their
I spy a toddler on the corner with her bubbles and her
I the fusion of her breath and her amusement
And it killed me and it me and it cut me clear open
The notion that this child timid in her embraced pleasure
a token of a moment, retless arrested but not a twirp
Strip the Bonabo Disclosure, so close yet so much
take the hint but still she's never known cold
Call me in twenty when those bubbles it's like that

Two:

Back to back to back to a brick match
With the that I've sipped the dripping sap tap
Casually out the limbs of captivated blends
Tracking the patterns that trim friends to savages
Take one down, pass it round us
Lick a tipper drink, drink, drunk, drunk, and
But you quest tore your and the carpet turned marbles
Naw the turned charcoals and made skeletons of warlords
Snake charmer, hate farmer, you the rations
With an eyedropper a passions hoist above the masses
And homeostasis seeming flow scapes
Like a symmetric snow visits and with her symmetry blizzards
I'm sleepy, one wing and I promise to pay homage
To those who truly deserving and the list ain't long
Sink or swim, ravalor
Even birds of our float if you let them
They'll be dodging than quiddles when the bowel breaks
Note the affiction slip clip to your little visions into shapes
Oh my left hand is a brick my right hand is a plow face
We build and destroy in response to every sound the makes
Sling blanks sprayed it with magic balance
On the palette of the almighty for the first half of me
find it with monster mashing in text casually
On the palette of the almighty to the second fraction
I'm under the relic rainbow with seven sepriet
Succulent marines hide the in by sweetest elixir
Star heckler and leaders start gawking at yet
conceived green fetus beating parallel sterile fixture
Urgent, the serge is venom and over kill, kill, kill, kill
The over spilled theory's all
For real, how many leaves your clover Mine's got eight
Three for one for luck four more so you'll spot it from space