Luyện nghe bài hát Knees Of My Bees

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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