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
of collectin' her you rejected her
Respected her, let her be
Wrote her a letter and she it for rescindin' (or "resending")
Gone em' fell victim to the prism of what
Seeds don't by the farms they are
Gentrified alive to me, beliefs
Optimistical paths so to rituals
Habitual, if it tickles you
Funny money for you bruh
Mom said its for the and you
Parlez-vous
probly just me
Feelin like Gs, Surrounded by thieves by the trees
by the rivers and the waters, praisin' daughters
Bought a for the father
Behave I'm no martyr just, (ask kin?)/(Ass-smarty kid?)
You's a loser if you with somebody
On the fourteenth goin' on the twenty-sixth feelin' a bitch
Cuz I was feelin' bitch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but her, Now What?
Back to feelin this paper, this vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same, I came close but no cigar
(Pea Job split?) to the like a drop-kick
Through the snares and all but who
I cut my hair 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
at a dream, Moonwalk talkin' to ghosts
Gone off of that, endo smokin' we
God bless the child who grows
Lone from, out of the manger born
Knowledge reign supreme nearly anyone that's afraid to dream try...
You think those guys like they'll ever be sensitive to my record collection? (laughing)
A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A bunch of old or something?'")
into track 10 "Vanity"