Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

Electric charge comin' from the
I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad

My every step set in a star,
Retina Scarred; tread in a of bedbugs got my dead head in a jar
camp stamp 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.
Let's note the in the difference.
OK see two canaries on the wire to separate luulabies both of which had me drifting.
Every clan ghostly orphan scared stiff in the bliss and picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust.
Wallow in will to split the privelage cluster; Lackluster as if a 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 subtle signs cause, well, this here alley cat's been around the block a couple of times.
every tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of hysterics perished in the blizzard. When it's finished I plan to sit and observe the twister pivot.
Sleep and sleep well; sleep with a sacred array of fevers, as a pertinent version of a pipe dreamer.
Y'all can find me if you lookin for a friend- be the only iron-clad oracle in a city of tin.

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

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

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