Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Thousand Hours

Uh, I hope that God decides to talk him
That the people decide to walk him
Regardless of Pitchfork cosigns jumped
Make sure the soundman doesn't cock the drums
Let the snare the air right out of your lungs
And words be the oxygen
Just
Hey man, I'ma say it
like I got signed the day that I got an agent
Got an iTunes check, shit man I'm rent
damn time that I got out of my basement
About damn time I got the country and I hit these stages
I was made to them
Ten thousand hours I'm so close I can taste it
On Malcolm Gladwell, David Bowie meets Kanye shit
This is
A life for art is never a life wasted
Ten

Ten hours felt like ten thousand ants
Ten thousand ants, carry me
Ten thousand hours felt like ten ants
Ten thousand ants, carry me

Now, now, now
This is my world, this is my
The TV told me different I didn't believe it
I stand here in front of you today all because of an
I be who I wanted if I could see my potential
And I know that one day be him
Put the gloves on, sparring my ego
Everyone's greatest obstacle, I him, celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, baggage I'm actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher, I Basquiat
I watched Harring, you see I study art
The greats weren't great because at they could paint
The were great 'cause they paint a lot
I will not be a statistic, let me be
No child behind, that's the American scheme
I make my living off of
And do I love for work
And got around 980 on my
that system, what did you expect?
Generation of choosing love over a desk
Put those in and look at what you get
that you can hold, but everything that it is
Ten

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand
Ten ants, they carry me
Ten thousand hours felt ten thousand ants
Ten ants, they carry me

Same shit, different day, struggle
Slow motion as time through my knuckles
Nothing about it, no light at the tunnel
For the people put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, heart no substitute
Banging on tops, no subs to toot
I'm feeling better than ever man, what is up you?
Scraping my knuckles, I'm battling with some abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a
And I speak for the that share that struggle too
they got something bruised
My rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth

the part of the show where it all fades away
When the go to black and the band leaves the stage
And you wanted an encore but no encore today
'Cause the is now, can't get it back from the grave

Part of the it all fades away
Lights go to band leaves the stage
You an encore but there's no encore today
'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back the grave

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