Luyện nghe bài hát Knees Of My Bees

We a culture, same vernacular
Love of humor and time spent alone
You with your for spontaneous advents
For unrests be unearthed and then gone

You are a gift with a wink
With tendencies for conversations that bars
You are a sage who is by compassion comes to
Nooks and as balm for all scars

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

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

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

You are a vision who lives by the
Of stomach and intuition as guide
You are of God on a platter
Who walks what he talks and who cops when lied

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

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