Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Sage

One:

The weak link is quivering...determining the strength/
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the length/
of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It trembles/
Knowing it'll the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles/
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of this daily
Sit under the disfunctional family tree and for trouble/
Could barely hear the mumbles the ear peircing rumbles/
Sharp tongues mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles/
Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own of events/
>From Sloppy in family ties. The pain is intense/
The tension is thick. Two sided arguments are to him/
the link. testing its endurance and spreading it thin/
TREMBLING...holding onto what's in the Italian sense and reading intense drafts/
by Sylvia
Breaking off an unfamilliar path/
Divert the hurt by coughs, trying to act silly and laugh/
Making light of situations when I sense a panic
I'm a fully 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 back support. My fold.
hold your end of the bargain when I leave home.
Please the keystone.

Verse

The weak link is feeling stress from a tense situation,
stretching out in direction and visibly shaken.
Its as durable, listen...
its just the circumstance has it standing in a verticle position.
Hurting from the of abrasive personal differences.
People lose their grip when hands slip, and it worse when fingers give.
The Lying Tamer is in the 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 sitter grins...vacantly...lying in grass and leaves,
Laughing at trees. hold their own.
Forbidden of their manual labor pains don't fall far from their home.
autumn calls for another poem devoted to growing old.
Every winter seems to get colder and colder...its same old story overtold.

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