Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
Hard to admit that I to draw
in a human form
Doodle of a two headed unicorn, it was
Moving his arm in a fusion of man mad

And a from from beyond
Even if it went beautifully
It was tangible truth for a youth who to belong
No nuisance
Stools in the

Oozed in a new cuneiform
commune with the horde
Got a whole gray scale his world
zone out to the yap of the magpie
Unseen hand dragging his

Cross little bit of back light
ink after a Bristol to baptize
You can imagine the rush that
When you get 3 stuffed into 2

Then it's off to a where it's all that you do
Being and observed by a capable few
Back in New York, 5 and a dog
In a 2 bedroom menial jobs

Plus, rhyming and stealing and being a
Distractions free to

I left some years a deer in the
I left some will to spirit
I let my fears
I let my skills

Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing a mission that was routed in a 20 affinity in rickety condition with an ID crisis
Nap on the front lawn, up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

All heart though we would've cowardly kinds
They will chop you just to count your rings
Just to count rings, just to count your rings
And there
pouring out of the fringe

All heart though we would've made kings
They will chop you down to count your rings
Just to count rings, just to count your rings
to paint

Hard to admit that I used to
Natural light on the human
Stenciled on his roommate's bass
It was blooming

A miss and and a pigment
Book a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a of acrylic

And I grew up linseed oil over
Joy to the poison, voice in the
a map of the gesture
Back up, add a little accurate fat to the

Redo that, move that
Zinc lightening shoots from his fingers
drone with allusions of tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky

You can the stars that align
When a forearm starts right
Or a torso hung on a spine
And proportion as warm and alive

Routine day with a dirt cheap
a week goes by and it goes untouched
Then 2, then 3, then a
Then the rest of life you beat yourself up

I left some eager to fall
I left some work to bury
I let my of being dissolve
I let my person up and die

Eating up his innards in unfeasible anxiety is brutally to relinquishing his privacy aligning with the trials of the Anti-Midas
Nap on the back look up at the sky its
Shapes falling out of the

All heart though we would've cowardly kinds
They will chop you down just to count your
Just to count your rings, just to count rings
And were

Colors out of the fringe
All heart though we would've made cowardly
They will chop you down just to count rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings