Luyện nghe bài hát The Thesis's Seasons

[Experiencing
Through sonorous my senses float
by an harmonious note
Which are leaping from a string
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 reflected in the schemes we rune,
Like the twelve-tone system that this tune

[Watching
Chaos and order, two on the creation tree
of opposites, but balancing the pendulum
Like children the seesaw in glee
Unknowing malice, destruction and odium

Arranged in patterns, in a ooze
A complicated network of views
and macro cosmos flexibility,
An ingenious interplay elemental sophistry

chaos:]
Constantly, havoc falling down
In the circus, a morbid clown
it's needed to progress the creation,
The reflux of materials comes through

an untuned singer in the angel choir,
A mad prophet that the eating fire,
Its sequence is on repeat,
subverted, then complete

But many they say,
"mens molem"

So we to figure out our origin,
To undress our