Luyện nghe bài hát Pardon

(Pardon me brother, as you stand in glory)
Yea, you get too old to fight
Hummin' like a does dubs etcetera
Instead of her you rejected her
Respected her, let her be
her a letter and she read it for rescindin' (or "resending")
Gone em' fell victim to the prism of what
Seeds don't grow by the they are
Gentrified alive to me, beliefs
paths so predictable to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it you
Funny live for you bruh
Mom said its for the and you
Parlez-vous
probly just me
Feelin like Gs, by thieves rounded by the trees
Planted by the rivers and the waters, daughters
Bought a for the father
I'm no martyr just, (ask Marty kin?)/(Ass-smarty kid?)
You's a if you ain't with somebody
On the fourteenth on the twenty-sixth feelin' like a bitch
Cuz I was feelin' this
doin' nothin' but feelin' her, Now What?
Back to feelin paper, feelin' this vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same, I close but no cigar folks
(Pea Job split?) to the head a drop-kick
the snares and all but who cares
I cut my hair of pullin' it out of my head, dawg I was
like it, now I'm
Nothin' without something sunk in my chair bout
Lovin' someone so rare but I keep followin' in
Starin' at a dream, Moonwalk to ghosts
Gone off of that, endo we elope
God bless the who grows the:
Lone Ranger from, out of the born
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone afraid to dream try...
You think those look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection? (laughing)
A of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A bunch of old albums or something?'")
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