Luyện nghe bài hát Pardon

(Pardon me brother, as you in your 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 read it for (or "resending")
Gone em' fell victim to the prism of what
Seeds don't grow by the they are
Gentrified alive to me, beliefs
Optimistical paths so to rituals
Habitual, laugh if it you
Funny live for you bruh
Mom its for the French and you
Francais
obviously probly me
Feelin like Gs, Surrounded by rounded by the trees
Planted by the and the waters, praisin' daughters
a grave 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' like a
Cuz I was feelin' bitch
Wasn't doin' nothin' but her, Now What?
Back to feelin this paper, feelin' vapor caped crusader
Ain't the same, I came close but no folks
(Pea Job split?) to the like a drop-kick
Through the snares and all but who
I cut my instead of pullin' it out of my head, dawg I was
like it, now I'm
Nothin' something sunk in my chair thinkin' bout
Lovin' so rare but I can't keep followin' in
Starin' at a dream, Moonwalk talkin' to
off of that, endo smokin' we elope
God bless the child who grows
Lone Ranger from, out of the manger
Knowledge reign supreme over nearly anyone afraid to dream try...
You think those guys look like they'll ever be sensitive to my record (laughing)
A bunch of football jocks, 'What do you got here? A of old albums or something?'")
Transitions track 10 "Vanity"