Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

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

A storm of winged forms swarms the skies
norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, and thigh
standing, I was landing

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

out the trap of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place it's so simple but not
Closed temples and ole little forgots and whole chissles
Cripples with raw a lot
The old hoes that they 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 average
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only half time
Fit the of a whole booth in only half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to
We'll get the entire Armageddon with only half the
Just yields and rail
In lush with bell tolls

Couple of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one to sell souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla oblongata is 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
Such an scene
An setting for the unwedding of rings
The sharpest dresser at the unheading of
The architecture is something never seen
clean

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

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

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

We who measure the measuring tools of
We who pleasure the tubes of pleasurers
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 score is your salary
It's like fantasies your mortality

I'm trying to restore sanities
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to vanity
To what kills krill destroys manitee
So spill but still seal deals that build factories
What looks Roman senator inner macabees
Never just trust off guts, but what's
Unless quatos

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

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

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