Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Sage

Verse

The link is quivering...determining the chain's strength/
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave
of its stress are more or less symbols. It just trembles/
Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of this daily
Sit under the family tree and prepare for trouble/
barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear peircing rumbles/
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out verbal belt buckles/
Friends crumble under similar within their own chain of events/
>From Sloppy in family ties. The pain is intense/
The tension is thick. Two sided are upsetting to him/
Stretching the link. testing its endurance and it thin/
TREMBLING...holding onto familia in the Italian sense and reading intense drafts/
by Plath/
Breaking off into an path/
Divert the hurt by faking coughs, trying to act silly and
light of situations when I sense a panic attack/
I'm a licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black.

She thinks I'm dead.
probably dead.
When he left she I was so strong, I know she's wrong...
I need support. My knees fold.
Please your end of the bargain when I leave home.
Please the keystone.

Two:

The weak link is feeling emense stress a tense situation,
stretching out in every and visibly shaken.
Its as durable, listen...
its just the that has it standing in a verticle position.
from the friction of abrasive personal differences.
People lose their grip when hands slip, and it gets worse when give.
The Lying Tamer is in the of the three-ring-circus. "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last it swings.

to live. Strain to see. Gasp to breathe.
The figure is...breaking free...he has to leave.
I figure its...making me...want to the seeds.
The baby grins...vacantly...lying in dead grass and leaves,
at trees. They hold their own.
Forbidden fruit of manual labor pains don't fall far from their home.
Every autumn for another poem devoted to growing old.
winter seems to get colder and colder...its that same old story overtold.

Let go of your hold...become a missing link in the effect.
Out on the road...kids'll think you became a wreck.
When souls begin to sink and disconnect
its a release.
Its a relief.
Sometimes, we to be alone.
But please your end of the bargain when I leave home.
hold...the keystone.