Luyện nghe bài hát Minions: The Fallen

Another slumber...
These dreams continue, bringing a message...
Slowly your thought patterns: rearranging your mind.
Yet, this time it's - confused, undisciplined!
They are of the same origin - this you can feel how and why is unclear,
Intense is the stench of the within, sickened to your core,
Leaving your numb in parallel
Fearing sleep - it happen once again
The ongoing.
of your sanity.
Thoughts that your own rage inside gout head, gradually cleansing the singularity you possess...
A hierarchy broken: they wander.
purpose... reason... method.
Not in body... but in mind - a of mental ambiguity.
Fallen: their the flawless one
of the fallen.
Once easily - weak of will, strong of mind
Chosen for the telekinetic qualities posses.
Helping to man...
To mend all that is
Cultivated in clandestine, for the chores that lay ahead.
It is a pursuit to heal the sick....
Yet not of an ailment they would to keep
Their own singularity... Left without to pave a now disordered path.
scatted by the pursuit of absolute perfection,
Moulded by the environment in was so pure.
Previously to sculpt others in their own glorious image,
Under the watchful and present master's gaze.
Carefully reordering the subliminal traits of the blemished psyche.
a balance, a cure for the ailing.
'they be changed for the good of all.
' of mind is an unacceptable outcome.
It is not perfect, not pure.
A pursuit neither 'good' nor 'evil'... no
his falling.
All is lost.
The fallen one, so convinced; determined to repair what has been eternally
The Race.
Conquered by the of his own mortality.
Unguided... Untamed... Unstopped... One thought with an of voices.
No in the human form.
Stopped.
This will us to zero when it is finished, how are we to continue?
For we will he only one - the same mind in a of bodies