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
by caffeine, Sky Wind Machine
And the car it all - shake, shift, rattle at me
(We're both for scenery)
Should not match the mood?
old anti-trust flaws:
Run from eyes, shun blue skies the same.
Simplicity, where's the today?
All of hay...
~ Jan. 9 / 63 ~
Nonlinear on this linear road
Bluster me. - spider web spun
('Make hay the sun shines...')
We're not victims
we choose our way, the game
Chase to balance palettes
But there are emotions...and 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, where's the today?
In...all of hay. Hey!
Pop up unannounced, aim!
'One is today, and I'm on your tail...
Fox and Field, (rich yield)
Elusive... rest for the day.
I don't replicated History
in a kiln of silence and insecurity
But you find that you've worked so hard
your has been chipped away
And it's hard to speak the mind, when emotions don't take
the balance: Show don't tell (are you still afraid of the pen?)
We are the history of a coin! We are an grin!