Luyện nghe bài hát The Thesis's Seasons

[Experiencing
Through lands my senses float
Mesmerized by an note
Which are leaping a string within
I'm holding the tuner; I'm the pin

The cycle of symmetry, a episode
Recital of its method, our way to the code
It is in the schemes that we rune,
Like the twelve-tone system that builds this

complexity:]
Chaos and order, two branches on the creation
Twins of opposites, but the pendulum
Like children swinging the seesaw in
Unknowing about malice, and odium

in patterns, in a nexus ooze
A complicated network of primary
and macro cosmos flexibility,
An ingenious through elemental sophistry

[Approaching
Constantly, havoc comes falling
In the structural circus, a clown
Still it's needed to the creation,
The reflux of materials comes through

Like an untuned in the angel choir,
A mad prophet serves the eating fire,
Its sequence is on repeat,
First subverted, then

But many they say,
"mens molem"

So we have to out our origin,
To our future