Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Fractured Atlas

He's out in the woods with his gun
To try to his anger
He's screaming words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to younger
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 typewriter

fractured Atlas
Threw himself across the
Waving his withering
As if it were a cutlass
I'm almost he's trying to increase his burden
He said "that's how the in me planned it
A woman understand it"

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

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