Luyện nghe bài hát Rings

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

And a muse from from
Even if it went wrong
It was tangible truth for a youth who refused to
No name
in the bedroom

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

contour little bit of back light
Black ink after a Bristol to
You can imagine the rush ensue
When you get 3 stuffed into 2

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

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
Distractions to maraud

I left some years a in the light
I left some will to away
I let my materialize
I let my deteriorate

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

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

All heart though we would've cowardly kings
They will chop you down to count your rings
to count your rings, just to count your rings
Used to

Hard to admit I used to paint
Natural light on the face
Stenciled on his roommate's bass
It was addiction

A and push and a pigment
like a tattooed pigskin, look
Pinhead intermittent
Drank Kool Aid from a tube of

And I grew up linseed oil linen
Joy to the poison, in the resin
Capture a map of the
Back up, add a accurate fat to the figure

Redo that, move inward
Zinc white shoots from his fingers
Studios with allusions of tinctures
Stay for the spooky adventures

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

Routine day with a dirt cheap
Then a 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 means of being
I let my curl up and die

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

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

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