Luyện nghe bài hát Knees Of My Bees

We a culture, same vernacular
Love of physical and time spent alone
You with penchant for spontaneous advents
For sticky unrests be unearthed and then

You are a gift renaissance a wink
With tendencies for conversations that bars
You are a sage who is fueled by comes to
Nooks and crannies as balm for all

You make the of my bees weak
and buckle
You make the of my bees weak

You are a that knows of no limit
Who of no ceiling, who balks at dead ends
You are a wordsmith who for his brothers
Not seduced by illusion or fair weather

You the knees of my bees weak
Tremble and
You make the knees of my bees

You are a who lives by the signals
Of and intuition as your guide
You are of God on a platter
Who walks what he talks and who when he's lied

You make the of my bees weak
Tremble and
You make the knees of my weak

You make the knees of my weak
and buckle
You make the of my bees weak