Luyện nghe bài hát Knees Of My Bees

We share a culture, vernacular
Love of physical humor and spent alone
You with your penchant for advents
For sticky unrests be and then gone

You are a renaissance with a wink
tendencies for conversations that raise bars
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion to
and crannies as balm for all scars

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

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

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

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

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

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