Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Sage

One:

The weak is quivering...determining the chain's strength/
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave
of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It just
Knowing it'll take the weight the chain breaks and disassembles/
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of daily struggle/
Sit under the family tree and prepare for trouble/
Could hear the mumbles beneath the ear peircing rumbles/
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt
Friends crumble under similar circumstances their own chain of events/
>From knots in family ties. The pain is intense/
The tension is thick. Two arguments are upsetting to him/
Stretching the link. testing its and spreading it thin/
TREMBLING...holding what's familia in the Italian sense and reading intense drafts/
by Sylvia
Breaking off an unfamilliar path/
Divert the hurt by faking coughs, trying to act and laugh/
Making of situations when I sense a panic attack/
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my is black.

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

Verse

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

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

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