Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Fractured Atlas

He's out in the woods his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his
screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to feel
But back at his desk in the we find
Our trembling fighter
Who can't find the strength now to the length
Of the ribbon in his little

Poor Atlas
Threw himself across the
his withering pencil
As if it were a pirate's
I'm almost certain trying to increase his burden
He "that's how the child in me planned it
A wouldn't understand it"

I believe there was something that I to say
I conclude this epistle
But you would forgive me for my tongue
'Cause man the blade and the pistol
Yes, man made the waterfall the dam
To temper his with magic
Now you can't be sure of that of azure
Since he punched a hole in the

Poor Atlas
Threw across the mattress
Waving his pencil
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 wouldn't it
A wouldn't understand it
A wouldn't understand it"