Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy of man into the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions within its tiers
Evangelists every 11 years
Pause for applause, to what was never here
Born to death, to die
the flesh, form the eyes

A storm of winged forms swarms the skies
Marital norms unperformed but the porn
In the of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest standing, I was

Two one hand, one man bands in tandem
He who power naps, then gathering ransoms
And maps man's laps in a hand in absinthe
talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the
Out the of the wagon
Out the of the madam
Out the back of the

out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon a megaphone, megaman
Desert zone run marathons sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place where so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and whole chissles
Cripples raw missles a lot
The old that they won't give you a shot
But you can get the whole pistol, gon' hit you a lot
are real words from a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half your
Fit the life of a whole booth in half a line
In the future life, I don't have to rhyme
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the
yields and rail roads
In lush with bell tolls

Couple huddles of the unskilled but told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell
And he got em' by the
Medulla oblongata is got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is got him by the cousin
He buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
an unsettling scene
An obscene setting for the of rings
The sharpest dresser at the of queens
The architecture is something you've never
Dream

That's three words at the same
They killed three with the same
And one each in every hand the same bluffing
Answers and every man with the same question
is it?

But you still wanna know but I already did it
I heavy, the physics, it's all
But it's already
If we doing what's already done, means it's already terrific
That's meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge that
As an extra exhibit to what's already it
The gallery's like the wall
So I made a gallery of made of all space

If it was more small, it be Moore's Law
the land of the po' where we war saw
From the of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the store till the thaw
Went from paper boy to
From throwing Ars Poetica with the of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm of settlers
One of several who can come and charm the predators

We who measure the measuring of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure tubes of
We who at treasured schools of lecturers
We who question the rules of leveragers
Born to death, to die
Mourn immortalized
In a war, where your performance is your salary
It's fantasies combatting your mortality

I'm just to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your
To instill what kills krill destroys
So heels spill but still deals that build factories
What looks Roman inner reveals macabees
Never just trust off guts, but actually
it's quatos

Now, we to pillars of salt
I back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a of killer tomatoes
A seasoned shoulder's carrying pintos in payloads
Now, that's another strata but I was making
Then cop out, took the highway and I was chips
A nappy-head Karate Kid, I was bricks
Can fight Tekken 5, even taking 6

This rehabilitation, I be trips
"Don't Ruin Us" God said, I won't make a
Hardly, but I'm Harvey
I this making sense
Devil tooting his own horn, don't come and a sniff
In the streets you fight, you get punished for taking whiffs
To make that change for your team, you gotta have New driving
A stomach for taking
I'm just trying to
With these hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming
To the hooks
If you know it, then and sing
bust in while I'm sleep
Nightmares dreams

rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 the hover board
That was Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but don't let it fry your
Diptique, so now the plural
But is Jr's Mural