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 less symbols. It just
Knowing it'll take the weight when the breaks and disassembles/
See Mr. Wendell? He knew nothing of this struggle/
Sit under the disfunctional tree and prepare for trouble/
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear rumbles/
Sharp tongues mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles/
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 arguments are upsetting to
Stretching the link. its endurance and spreading it thin/
TREMBLING...holding onto what's familia in the sense and reading intense drafts/
by Plath/
Breaking off into an path/
Divert the by faking coughs, trying to act silly and laugh/
Making of situations when I sense a panic attack/
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my is black.

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

Verse

The weak link is feeling emense stress from a situation,
stretching out in direction and visibly shaken.
Its as durable, listen...
its just the circumstance that has it in a verticle position.
Hurting from the friction of personal differences.
People their grip when hands slip, and it gets worse when 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. to see. Gasp to breathe.
The father is...breaking free...he has to leave.
I its...making me...want to pass the seeds.
The sitter grins...vacantly...lying in dead grass and leaves,
at trees. They hold 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 to get colder and colder...its that same old story overtold.

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