Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Francis

One:

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

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

Two:

The weak link is feeling stress from a tense situation,
out in every direction and visibly shaken.
Its as durable, listen...
its the circumstance that has it standing in a verticle position.
Hurting from the friction of personal differences.
People lose their grip when hands slip, and it gets worse fingers give.
The Tamer is in the middle of the three-ring-circus. "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last 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 grins...vacantly...lying in dead grass and leaves,
Laughing at trees. They their own.
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains fall far from their home.
Every autumn calls for another poem devoted to old.
Every winter seems to get colder and colder...its that old story overtold.

Let go of your hold...become a missing link in the effect.
Out on the open road...kids'll you became a wreck.
When hopeless souls begin to 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.