Luyện nghe bài hát Mural Jr.

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

A veritable storm of forms swarms the skies
norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep supplies
Gone to the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest standing, I was

Two one hand, one man bands jamming in
He who naps, then plans gathering ransoms
And maps laps in a hand lathered in absinthe
talent 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 of enchantment
Bellerophon with a megaphone,
zone run marathons with sweaters on (sweaters on)
That was so simple but hot in a place where it's so but not
Closed temples and ole little and rode whole chissles
Cripples raw missles a lot
The old hoes that they give you a shot
But you can get the pistol, it's gon' hit you a lot
These are real words from a mind
man on an average climb
Who don't deserve the whole truth and half your time
Fit the life of a whole booth in half a line
In the future life, I don't even have to
get the entire Armageddon with only half the signs
Just and rail roads
In lush fields bell tolls

Couple huddles of the unskilled but well
unreal how off one deal to sell souls
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 buy the bottom and he 'bout to stick his tongue in
Such an unsettling
An obscene setting for the unwedding of
The dresser at the unheading of queens
The architecture is something you've seen
clean

That's three words at the time
They three bird with the same
And one each in hand with the same bluffing
Answers each and every man with the 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 terrific
That's rather meta-poetic, and just to acknowledge
As an extra exhibit to already within it
The gallery's like the space
So I made a gallery of made of all space

If it was small, it would be Moore's 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 paper boy to editor
From throwing Ars Poetica the arms of Federer
On the porches and steps to the farm of settlers
One of several sects who can come and charm the

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

I'm just trying to restore
Sigmund Freud boy, Leroy to your
To instill what kills krill destroys
So heels spill but still seal deals build factories
What looks Roman senator inner reveals
just trust off guts, but what's actually
Unless it's

Now, we back to of salt
I back peeling potatoes
In hindsight, maybe a of killer tomatoes
A shoulder's 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 fight like Tekken 5, taking 6

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

rarely die from another sword
This is 1985 meets the hover
That was Bobby potato, just the underscore
Think deep, but let it fry your motherboards
Diptique, so now the painting's
But this is Mural