Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

Electric charge comin' from the
I'm from the phat beats 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 stamp blank on the mug of settlers registered not protest nor approval regarding every futile.
My with spirit alignment interference assigns division from clearance to ample scrambling.
note the magnificence in the difference.
OK see two canaries on the wire to separate luulabies both of which had me drifting.
Every clan ghostly orphan stiff in the bliss and list picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust.
Wallow in will to split the privelage cluster; Lackluster as if a journey choice grew on the chuckle path- dispatch trouble.
I've never seen the water so 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 been around the block a couple of times.
Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one trash, you know the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass hysterics perished in the blizzard. When finished I plan to sit and observe the twister pivot.
Sleep and sleep well; sleep a sacred array of fevers, wake as a pertinent version of a pipe dreamer.
Y'all can me if you lookin for a friend- I'll be the only iron-clad oracle 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 ?commute? the mainframe)
(i'm from where the ?fat beats for mad blocks?)

Spare a match for the distorted orchid in the path.
Assorted orphans 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 ring performance shoveled subtle imperfection.
I rung a life's worth of costume gear over hell's balcony to nullify the drought and still the martyr farmers shout at me.
And so the went.
And every hung.
The bow breakers turned a fatal, every spirit clung.
Croon for the slick Icarus brain children busy splitting the givingtree 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 wary 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 better picket demeanor.
Gumshoe.
stone conglomerate activate massive.
But the sky is falling. you.
I've sweatshop labor to hold candles to the solar panels 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 tantrums substancial for me to lamp in.

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

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