Luyện nghe bài hát Jan 9 / 63

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