Luyện nghe bài hát Jan 9 / 63

This is an day (it's the State we're in):
Billow-beast clouds. Vibrant, bright Spring.
This is a turbulent drive, mixing bowl of and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Machine
And the car absorbs it all - shake, shift, at me
(We're suckers for scenery)
Should weather not the mood?
Conjure old flaws:
Run from blue eyes, shun blue the same.
Simplicity, where's the needle
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear on this linear road
Bluster me. Entangle - spider web
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not victims
we choose our way, the game
to balance empty palettes
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively poor with ills.
(Voluntary solitude pay the bills!)
balance, you'll find, is that poignant, pointy clich
Stacked of the scale, the bale in vain.
Simplicity, the needle today?
In...all of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, aim!
Day' is today, and I'm on your tail...
Fox and Field, (rich yield)
Elusive... catch for the day.
I don't replicated History
Fired in a of silence and insecurity
But you find sometimes that worked so hard
your perspective has been chipped
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions take sides
Find the balance: don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!