Luyện nghe bài hát Songsmith

A writer a blacksmith-forging works of iron
The jagged edges tempered into scripts for hire
Solitary craftsman at his console merging discrete
An ever soundscape sets the stage; the twains shall meet
In a strong

Just a working stiff
He is a
In a synthesis
"restoration"
It's the new riffs that count (no mainstream playing 13/4...)

Break out of silence-complete the
The songsmith maintaining his nerve
Innovation his palette-the and the test
Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest
elements and special fx
Conform to all his whims, an interpretive
But he'd sing for the masses if he had the time
a vocal ideal and a long lyric line
He is a

out of silence-complete the curve
The songsmith his avant-garde nerve
his palette-the urge and the test
Adrenalin flowing, he even rest unless-
Harmonic elements and effects

to all his whims, an interpretive text
And he'd sing for the if he had equal time
a vocal ideal and a long lyric line
He is a
not too late for the songsmith

The opens for creativity
Give a backseat to conspiracy
Hear the signature and the
Of the author flow in
Will the last?
his trade survive?
In a world of
Can he to thrive?
If his final is not contrived
Keep him now
to keep him alive

We the songsmith...