Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy assumption of man the heaven's sphere
Many mansions fit champions its seven tiers
Evangelists re-imagine every 11
Pause for applause, to what was never here
to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the

A storm of winged forms swarms the skies
norms unperformed but the porn survives
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 jamming in tandem
He who power naps, then gathering ransoms
And maps laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and
And out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the
Out the back of the
Out the of the Magnum

Then out the trap of
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
Desert zone run marathons sweaters on (sweaters on)
was so simple but hot in a place where it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they won't 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 the whole truth and only half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in half a line
In the future life, I don't even to rhyme
We'll get the entire with only half the signs
yields and rail roads
In lush fields with bell

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

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

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

If it was more small, it would be Law
From the land of the po' we war saw
the hand of a pro to whore jaw
Make a stand to the till the snow thaw
Went from paper boy to
From throwing Ars Poetica the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the houses of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the

We who measure the measuring tools of
We who pleasure the tubes of pleasurers
We who lecture at schools of lecturers
We who question the rules of leveragers
to death, born to die
Mourn immortalized
In a war, where performance score is your salary
It's like fantasies combatting your

I'm just to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to vanity
To instill what kills destroys manitee
So heels spill but still seal deals that build
What looks Roman senator reveals macabees
just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's

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

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

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