Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Francis

Verse

The weak link is quivering...determining the strength/
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the length/
of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It just
Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain and disassembles/
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of daily struggle/
Sit under the disfunctional family tree and for trouble/
Could barely hear the mumbles the ear peircing rumbles/
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out verbal belt buckles/
Friends crumble under similar circumstances their own chain of events/
>From Sloppy knots in ties. The pain is intense/
The tension is thick. Two sided arguments are upsetting to
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 into an unfamilliar
the hurt by faking coughs, trying to act silly and laugh/
Making 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 said I was so strong, I know wrong...
I need support. My knees fold.
Please hold end of the bargain when I leave home.
hold the keystone.

Verse

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

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

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