Luyện nghe bài hát The Thesis's Seasons

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

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

complexity:]
Chaos and order, two on the creation tree
Twins of opposites, but the pendulum
Like swinging the seesaw in glee
Unknowing about malice, destruction and

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

chaos:]
Constantly, havoc comes falling
In the structural circus, a clown
Still needed to progress the creation,
The reflux of materials comes through

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

But many times say,
"mens molem"

So we have to out our origin,
To undress our