Luyện nghe bài hát Speaking Of Tongues

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

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

It's one all heard before, it's boring
Had us all from the first line
One after another chimed in perfect
Tired of petty cashes and mismatches

You shoulda coulda's and why didn't you do
Crippling aimed at the heart to inflame and impart blame
like Mumia, verbal diarrhea
Spasms chasms between the souls of two or two billion

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

Then denyin' like colorization of an old black and
a revision of the recent last night
The that started with two words, I'm right

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

But of course the ends with no resolution
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 moist by of salivating
For oysters, and aphrodisiacs

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

A tongue is for fur or for licking wounds
Or welcoming newcomers a room
Or cleansing those fresh from the
Without a there would be no croons

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

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

You have to be so scared to share what's inside
'Cause you're daddy's little
And you're mama's butterfly, fly high

is understanding and finding compassion
Love is the action of satisfaction
A tongue can wishes and also fine kisses
Taste a cake and also cast disses

But nothing compares to the voice within
it we might just be mannequins
Up to no darn good
to be skillful movers of the stones

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

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

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