Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor's New Clothing

Written By: Sage

I listen for secrets hidden in whispers...in the winter
And them tickling my whiskers...colliding with wind chimes/
The kind that send shivers...up and down tingling

Thinking time could if...

we'd spin a design our web that would catch drifts/
The type that blow out birthday before we make our death wish/

I'm waiting for a message in my calling so I'm my voice mail,
and I'm machines with man-made dreams.
Man made to cover up the seams.
The cover-up to only work if the wound never opens up or bleeds.

of sweat form above the eyes of a heathen Emperor/
Who won't get on his and step outside into the freezing temperature/
He wants to adjust the global
But he's so remote...and you can't control the like that/

Come to these eggs ain't even golden.
I see depreciation in the family the Queen is holding.
That broken marraige was fixed. It happened when her were frozen.
She still remains to be the only one who's seen the new clothing...