Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

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

My every little set in a star,
Scarred; tread in a sled 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 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 ghostly orphan scared stiff in the bliss and list picking from the arrangment under burden. Bust.
Wallow in will to the privelage cluster; 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 been the block a couple of times.
Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you the rest, live it.
Pitching a battered platform out of mass 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 for a friend- I'll 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 ?commute? the mainframe)
(i'm from the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)

a match for the most distorted orchid in the path.
Assorted coursed in a morbid orbit forward the traps.
I make a tentative to flash frequent the most sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the makeshift mason's secrets.
Water 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 cirrus hung.
The bow breakers turned a fatal, every spirit clung.
for the slick Icarus brain children busy 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 Scout like Finch, inching up slow in the games of reconnaissance.
Now cause to amend the Zen memorandum has surfaced in every citadel fix it plan.
12 easy steps to picket line demeanor.
Gumshoe.
Stick stone conglomerate massive.
But the sky is falling. you.
I've hired sweatshop labor to hold candles to the 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 ?commute? the mainframe)
(i'm where the ?fat beats stretch for mad blocks?)

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