Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Fractured Atlas

He's out in the woods with his gun
To try to recapture his
He's screaming words at the top of his lungs
Until he to feel younger
But back at his in the city we find
Our trembling punch-drunken
Who can't find the now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his typewriter

fractured Atlas
Threw himself across the
his withering pencil
As if it were a cutlass
I'm certain he's trying to increase his burden
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 holding my
'Cause man the blade and the pistol
Yes, man made the over the dam
To temper his tantrum with
Now you can't be sure of tent of azure
Since he punched a in the fabric

fractured Atlas
Threw himself the mattress
Waving his withering
As if it a pirate's cutlass
I'm almost certain he's trying to 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"