Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

Holy assumption of man into the sphere
Many mansions fit within its seven tiers
Evangelists every 11 years
Pause for applause, to what was never here
to death, born to die
Form the flesh, form the

A veritable storm of forms swarms the skies
Marital norms 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 traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade of the labyrinth
Out the back of the
Out the of the madam
Out the back of the

Then out the trap of
Bellerophon a megaphone, megaman
Desert zone run with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so but hot in a place where it's so simple but not
temples and ole little forgots and rode whole chissles
Cripples with raw a lot
The old hoes that they won't give you a
But you can get the whole pistol, it's hit you a lot
These are real words a savage mind
Unmaximized man on an average
Who don't deserve the whole truth and only your time
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 only half the signs
Just yields and roads
In lush with bell tolls

Couple of the unskilled but well told
unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the
Medulla oblongata is got them by the oven
Like how the moonshine is what got him by the
He gotta buy the bottom and he to stick his tongue in
Such an scene
An obscene setting for the of rings
The sharpest at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something never seen
Dream

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

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

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

We who measure the tools of measurers
We who pleasure the pleasure of pleasurers
We who lecture at schools of lecturers
We who question the cherished rules of
Born to death, to die
correct immortalized
In a war, where your performance score is your
It's fantasies combatting your mortality

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

Now, we back to pillars of
I recall peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a of killer tomatoes
A seasoned carrying plenty pintos in payloads
Now, that's strata but I was making sense
Then cop out, took the and I was making chips
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 hope this making
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 have New Jersey driving
A stomach for whips
I'm just to redeem
With hands full of bars, don't beat me for coming clean
To unify the
If you it, then come and sing
bust in while I'm sleep
Nightmares dreams

Samurais rarely die another sword
is 1985 meets the hover board
That was Johnson potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but let it fry your motherboards
Diptique, so now the plural
But this is Mural