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
his arm in a fusion of man mad tools

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

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

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

it's off to a school 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 doing menial

Plus, rhyming and stealing and a clod
Distractions to maraud

I left some a deer in the light
I left will to spirit away
I let my fears
I let my deteriorate

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

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

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

Hard to admit that I to paint
Natural light on the face
Stenciled fire on his bass
It was blooming

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

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

Redo that, move inward
Zinc white lightening shoots his fingers
Studios drone with allusions of
Stay tuned for the adventures

You can imagine the stars that
When a forearm starts foreshortening
Or a torso on a warping spine
And proportion reads as warm and

Routine day with a cheap brush
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 seasons to fall
I some work to bury alive
I let my of being dissolve
I let my person up and die

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

All heart though we made cowardly kinds
They will chop you just to count your rings
Just to count your rings, to count your rings
And there

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