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 to feel younger
But back at his desk in the city we
Our trembling fighter
Who can't find the strength now to punish the
Of the ribbon in his typewriter

Poor fractured
Threw across the mattress
his withering pencil
As if it a pirate's cutlass
I'm almost certain trying to increase his burden
He said "that's how the child in me it
A woman understand it"

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

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