Luyện nghe bài hát The Thesis's Seasons

[Experiencing
sonorous lands my senses float
Mesmerized by an note
are leaping from a string within
I'm the tuner; I'm controlling 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 that builds this tune

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

Arranged in patterns, in a nexus
A complicated of primary views
Micro and macro flexibility,
An ingenious interplay through sophistry

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

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

But many times say,
"mens molem"

So we have to out our origin,
To our future