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 of good and bad
Kooked by caffeine, Sky Wind
And the car it all - shake, shift, rattle at me
(We're suckers for scenery)
Should weather not match the
old anti-trust flaws:
Run from blue eyes, blue skies the same.
Simplicity, the needle today?
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
thoughts on this linear road
Bluster me. - spider web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
not victims here;
we choose our way, the game
Chase to balance empty
But are emotions...and relatives and...
I'm relatively with social ills.
(Voluntary solitude pay the bills!)
Finding balance, you'll find, is that poignant, clich
Stacked of the scale, kick the in vain.
Simplicity, where's the 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... rest for the day.
I don't want replicated
Fired in a of silence and insecurity
But you find that you've worked so hard
perspective has been chipped away
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take
Find the Show don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!