Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Fractured Atlas

He's out in the with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his
He's screaming some words at the top of his
Until he to feel younger
But at his desk in the city we find
Our trembling fighter
Who can't find the now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his typewriter

Poor Atlas
Threw across the mattress
Waving his withering
As if it were a pirate's
I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his
He said "that's how the in me planned it
A woman wouldn't it"

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

fractured Atlas
Threw himself across the
Waving his withering
As if it were a cutlass
I'm almost certain trying to increase his burden
He said "that's how the child in me it
A woman understand it
A woman wouldn't it
A wouldn't understand it"