Luyện nghe bài hát The Thesis's Seasons

[Experiencing
Through sonorous lands my float
Mesmerized by an harmonious
are leaping from a string within
I'm the tuner; I'm controlling the pin

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

[Watching
and order, two branches on the creation tree
Twins of opposites, but balancing the
children swinging the seesaw in glee
Unknowing about malice, and odium

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

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

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

But many they say,
"mens molem"

So we to figure out our origin,
To our future