Luyện nghe bài hát Pardon

(Pardon me brother, as you stand in glory)
Yea, you get too old to fight
Hummin' like a bird dubs etcetera
Instead of collectin' her you her
her, let her be hurt
Wrote her a and she read it for rescindin' (or "resending")
Gone with em' victim to the prism of what
Seeds don't grow by the they are
Gentrified sent to me, beliefs
Optimistical paths so predictable to
Habitual, if it tickles you
Funny money for you bruh
Mom said its for the and you
Parlez-vous
probly just me
Feelin Gs, Surrounded by thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters, praisin'
a grave for the father
Behave I'm no just, (ask Marty kin?)/(Ass-smarty kid?)
You's a loser if you ain't with
On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a
Cuz I was this bitch
doin' nothin' but feelin' her, Now What?
Back to feelin paper, feelin' this vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same, I came but no cigar folks
(Pea Job split?) to the like a drop-kick
the snares and all but who cares
I cut my instead of pullin' it out of my head, dawg I was
like it, now I'm
Nothin' without sunk in my chair thinkin' bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I can't followin' in
Starin' at a dream, talkin' to ghosts
off of that, endo smokin' we elope
God the child who grows the:
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger
Knowledge reign supreme over anyone that's afraid to dream try...
You think those look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection? (laughing)
A bunch of football jocks, do you got here? A bunch of old albums or something?'")
into track 10 "Vanity"