Luyện nghe bài hát Speaking Of Tongues

You don't have to be so to share what's inside
'Cause you're daddy's little
And mama's little butterfly, fly high

A strange strange litany of verses and
and rehearses, clouds burst and words cursed
An breaks out

It's one we've all before, it's boring
Had us all snoring from the line
One after another in perfect time
Tired rehashes of cashes and mismatches

You shoulda coulda's and why you do this
Crippling snippets aimed at the to inflame and impart blame
Framed like Mumia, verbal
Spasms creating chasms between the of two or two billion

Nations torn apart, to station damnation
With much deliberation and little consideration
To the return on the from the altercation
Collateral

Then like colorization of an old black and white
Create a revision of the last night
The fight started with two words, I'm right

You don't have to be so to share what's inside
'Cause you're daddy's superstar
And you're mama's little butterfly, fly

But of course the fight with no resolution
a vow for retribution, substitution
Execution, electrocution, ruthless, toothless and
Mumbling through page after page of

Abuses of the gift of the Gab, the trumpeter
Bestowed upon us a with a choice
And a tongue kept moist by of salivating
For oysters, pearls and

Locked in an ugly shell, always too chewy and
So they get swallowed
But a tongue is so much more than a vehicle for
a disciple I feed

A is for washing fur or for licking wounds
Or newcomers into a room
Or cleansing those fresh the womb
Without a tongue there be no croons

Swoons, June's the moon
No bees no flowers in bloom
No recitation of at the foot of a tomb
Or read aloud of the family heirlooms

You probably couldn't even blow up a
And would be a shame because exhales the name of the game
from the heart, not from the lungs
Speak from the heart, not from the

You don't have to be so scared to share what's
'Cause you're daddy's superstar
And you're mama's butterfly, fly high

Listening is understanding and finding
is the action of soul satisfaction
A tongue can make wishes and also fine
Taste a sweet and also cast disses

But nothing compares to the from within
it we might just be mannequins
Up to no darn shenanigans
Learn to be skillful of the stones

That block the and turn humans to clones
to forgive, set free the bones
Touch with your flesh, off the rubber gloves
Love like your life depends on it it does

You don't have to be so to share what's inside
you're daddy's little superstar
And you're mama's butterfly, fly high

You don't have to be so scared to share inside
you're daddy's little superstar
And you're mama's little butterfly, fly high, flying high, flying