Luyện nghe bài hát Spare a Match

Electric charge from the mainframe
I'm from where the beats 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 division from to ample scrambling.
Let's the magnificence in the difference.
OK see two canaries on the wire aspire to luulabies both of which had me drifting.
Every clan ghostly orphan scared stiff in the bliss and list 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 been around the block a of times.
Lifting every tin can, sifting every mess; one man's trash, you know the rest, 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 sleep with a sacred array of fevers, wake 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 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 ?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 frequent the most sacred abrasive based in allegiance to the mason's secrets.
Water basin leaking, it up.
The simple triple ring performance shoveled 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 cirrus hung.
The bow breakers turned a fatal, every spirit 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 every pulse bump. Gods and monsters yield the lump sum of the dolt clump.
Be wary when the tints.
I Scout like 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 picket line demeanor.
Gumshoe.
Stick stone activate massive.
But the sky is falling. you.
I've hired sweatshop labor to hold candles to the solar panels 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 ?fat beats for mad blocks?)

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