Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

Used to
to admit that I used to draw
Portraiture in a form
Doodle of a two unicorn, it was soothing
Moving his arm in a fusion of man mad

And a muse from from
if it went beautifully wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who to belong
No name
Stools in the

Oozed in a brand new
Barely with the horde
Got a gray scale ungluing his world
Might zone out to the yap of the
hand dragging his graphite

Cross contour little bit of back
Black ink after a to baptize
You can imagine the that ensue
When you get 3 dimensions into 2

Then it's off to a school where all that you do
Being trained and by a capable few
in New York, 5 peeps and a dog
In a 2 bedroom doing jobs

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
Distractions to maraud

I left some years a deer in the
I left some to spirit away
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 out of the fringe

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

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

Hard to that I used to paint
light on the human face
Stenciled fire on his roommate's
It was addiction

A miss and push and a
Book like a tattooed pigskin,
kids intermittent
Drank Aid from a tube of acrylic

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

Redo that, that inward
Zinc white lightening shoots his fingers
Studios drone with of tinctures
Stay tuned for the spooky

You can imagine the stars align
When a starts foreshortening right
Or a hung on a warping spine
And proportion as warm and alive

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

I left some eager to fall
I left some to bury alive
I let my means of 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 made cowardly
They will you down just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to your rings
And were

Colors pouring out of the
All heart though we would've cowardly kings
They will chop you just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, just to count rings