Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how outlives age
How shames skill
Prayer is for and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a stage
Art post-mortem fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has shown as brightly
As your latest
All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous
How did you a piece so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to eyes and gaze, hypnotized
with a need to outdo the last
A born 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 behavior of the
A child deserves the best
But at the cost of else did you instill this need
To over-consume regret?

pencils, charred marble drafts
He leaves in his path
Your one mistake, oh Creatice
Was too large a brain

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

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

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

Throw your blood upon his lands, your cracked and depleted
the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel
You still theh power to reshape - do not let this escalate

vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What possessed thee?
A subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like limbs horizontally

Now too late - the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, parental
A child protected sets free
And the ingrate lie in the bed he has made
As a self-imposed apocalypse sets You free