Luyện nghe bài hát Knees Of My Bees

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

You are a gift renaissance with a
With tendencies for conversations that bars
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion to
Nooks and crannies as for all scars

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

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

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

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

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

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