Luyện nghe bài hát Speaking Of Tongues

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

A strange strange of verses and reverses
Adlibs and rehearses, 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 chimed in perfect
rehashes of petty cashes and mismatches

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

Nations torn apart, station to station
With much deliberation and little consideration
To the return on the damage the altercation
condemnation

Then denyin' like colorization of an old 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 scared to what's inside
'Cause you're daddy's superstar
And you're mama's little butterfly, fly

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

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

in an ugly shell, always too chewy and gooey
So get swallowed whole
But a tongue is so more than a vehicle for greed
With a I feed

A is for washing fur or for licking wounds
Or welcoming into a room
Or cleansing fresh from the womb
Without a tongue there would be no

Swoons, under the moon
No bees pollinating no flowers in
No of words at the foot of a tomb
Or read aloud of the family heirlooms

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

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

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

But nothing to the voice from within
Without it we just be mannequins
Up to no good shenanigans
Learn to be movers of the stones

That block the heart and turn to clones
Learn to forgive, set free the
Touch your flesh, take off the rubber gloves
Love like your life on it because it does

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

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