Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

Electric comin' from the mainframe
I'm from where the phat stretch for mad blocks

My little step set in a star,
Retina Scarred; tread in a of bedbugs got my dead head in a jar
Crazer camp blank on the mug of settlers registered not protest nor approval regarding every morn futile.
My experience with spirit alignment interference assigns division clearance to ample scrambling.
note the magnificence in the difference.
OK see two canaries on the wire aspire to separate both of which had me drifting.
Every clan ghostly orphan scared in the bliss and list picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust.
Wallow in will to split the privelage Lackluster as if a journey choice grew on the nearest chuckle path- dispatch trouble.
I've never seen the water so high in my poison life. Social conduct, 20 pace, about face, self destruct. I know the key locations, sharp enough to catch those subtle signs cause, well, this here alley cat's around the block a couple of times.
Lifting every tin can, sifting every one man's trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I plan to sit and observe the pivot.
Sleep and sleep well; with a sacred array of fevers, wake as a pertinent version of a pipe dreamer.
Y'all can find me if you lookin for a friend- I'll be the only iron-clad in a city of tin.

I was born where crooked seemed to spawn merit; I was born where all the king's men couldn't mend a broken spirit; I was born where it don't matter if you stand, sit, or fall, to live and die as a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall, and I'm a brick brick brick brick brick in the wall. And I'm a brick in the wall, drop in the bucket, yes y'all.

(Electrocharge from the mainframe)
(i'm from where the beats stretch for mad blocks?)

Spare a match for the most distorted in the path.
Assorted orphans coursed in a morbid forward the traps.
I make a tentative promise to frequent the most sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the makeshift mason's secrets.
basin leaking, plug it up.
The simple ring performance shoveled subtle imperfection.
I rung a life's worth of saturated costume over hell's balcony to nullify the drought and still the martyr farmers shout at me.
And so the went.
And cirrus hung.
The bow breakers turned a cradle fatal, every clung.
Croon for the slick Icarus brain children splitting the givingtree building fresh canoes for freaks to cross the spill in. i'm frantic.
My plan is dwindling with every pulse bump. Gods and yield the lump sum of the dolt clump.
Be when the stratosphere tints.
I like Atticus Finch, inching up slow in the games of reconnaissance.
Now cause to amend the Zen memorandum has surfaced in holocaust citadel fix it plan.
12 easy steps to picket line demeanor.
Gumshoe.
stone conglomerate activate massive.
But the sky is falling. you.
I've hired sweatshop labor to hold to the solar panels stitched in the back of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the week.
to the heartache.
At the of my anthem lies a blend of temper tantrums substancial for me to lamp in.

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(Electrocharge from the mainframe)
(i'm from where the beats stretch for mad blocks?)

(Electrocharge from the mainframe)
(i'm where the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)
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