Luyện nghe bài hát The Weak Link

Written By: Francis

One:

The weak is quivering...determining the chain's strength/
Wimpering...VIBRATING...the wave
of its stress signals are more or less symbols. It trembles/
it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles/
See Mr. Wendell? He knew of this daily struggle/
Sit the disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble/
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear peircing
Sharp tongues slashing mouths lashing out with verbal belt buckles/
Friends crumble under circumstances within their own chain of events/
Sloppy knots 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 what's familia in the Italian sense and intense drafts/
by Plath/
Breaking off into an unfamilliar
Divert the hurt by faking coughs, to act silly and laugh/
Making light of situations when I sense a panic
I'm a licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black.

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

Two:

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

Cling to live. 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 sitter grins...vacantly...lying in grass and leaves,
Laughing at trees. hold their own.
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains don't fall far from home.
Every autumn calls for poem devoted to growing old.
Every winter seems to get colder and colder...its that same old overtold.

Let go of hold...become a missing link in the chain effect.
Out on the open road...kids'll you became a wreck.
hopeless 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.