Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Fractured Atlas

He's out in the with his squirrel gun
To try to his anger
He's screaming some at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to younger
But at his desk in the city we find
Our punch-drunken fighter
Who can't find the strength now to punish the
Of the in his little typewriter

Poor fractured
himself across the mattress
Waving his pencil
As if it were a pirate's
I'm almost certain he's to increase his burden
He said "that's how the child in me it
A woman wouldn't it"

I believe there was something I wanted to say
Before I conclude this
But you would forgive me for holding my
'Cause man the blade and the pistol
Yes, man the waterfall over the dam
To temper his tantrum with
Now you be sure of that tent of azure
he punched a hole in the fabric

Poor fractured
Threw across the mattress
Waving his withering
As if it a pirate's cutlass
I'm certain he's trying to increase his burden
He "that's how the child in me planned it
A woman understand it
A wouldn't understand it
A woman understand it"