Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the is your invention
yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty skill
Prayer is for and wish is for the will
A for independence, a harmless stage
Art gaining fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has shown as brightly
As your masterpiece
All fruition in such a wondrous offspring
How did you manage a so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze,
Overcome with a to outdo the last
A child so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain cannot explain of the like
A perfect deserves the best
But at the of what else did you instill this need
To without regret?

Broken pencils, charred drafts
He leaves destruction in his
one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was too large a brain

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate your reach
You didn't this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

Strike back with forces beyond his
That six billion can't defeat
Go lock up the aggressor, before it's too late
Bred to lose of consequence
In his he exhausts your milk, your blood, your shelter...
let him escape!

Memory is fiction, so the past is your
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how outlives age
How beauty skill
is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a stage
Art gaining fame

Throw your upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
Suck the air out his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
Show him to appreciate, discipline the ingrate
You have theh power to reshape - do not let this escalate

Vapors in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What rebellion possessed
A subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like tumbling horizontally

Now too late - the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, constraints
A child sets self free
And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has
As a self-imposed finally sets You free