Luyện nghe bài hát Troubled Waters

[Verse
You replicas overlooking the of acoustics
Miserable attempts result in conclusions
Paragon pen dragon on freeform
a comfortable silence try to combat cliques
That unexpected cyclone shifts
Worked up you're shooken, jetted to the
I this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of phobia
Worst fear the stricken muted
The roots of all evil I've pinnacle
Poised with pride pouncing to break stride, forsaken
rides inside the heartache wretched condition
My intuition you slip up
You tripped alone what are you for?
Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, fetus
Evolve, unsolved, you lack the malediction
Malleable martyrs get molded, folded under pressure
Thou perceives a slaughter
over troubled water drown, sound study intensive
My square drops two erasing lines like
Relentless agent hush circles on my pavement
Two sticks to burn the lie adjacent to my placement
On the game board, lunge forward and wind-up by the same sword
your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag
Taturag shielding the exterior
Stall face to face with a forms that your downfall
suspicious, a decadence, your network's on hiatus
Permanent, and choked upon the potency
The parrow be the penetrating agent pierce the
Why the cold sweats at Why the dim light?
Why are we staring at a from the inside?
Why the pen slide with vigor on a put
Like I put my foot down stomp your city
A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening behind the smirks

Two]
I've misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins
Iron clad oracle test three COM unit silently
Over confidence to irony
Plot twist hardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form
Forbidden aspects of the a thorn upon your side
A storm upon the rise, Adam, I or crush brush upon the red zone
Crook you're you started poorly
Your powers parted pace uncharted
Disoriented malicious god you'll burn your
This craft first drafts
Graphs, blueprints of nemesis perimeter
Hunting by compute, twenty one mic salute
One life polluted, concerned moans
the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber
Sleepwalk pulled under now
Whipping through the willows is the of this garden
Slipping the silhouetted skylines Aesop sidewinds jaded
Don't wind up war painted the jungle the solution's not intrusion
The starving broke your main frame
I the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless?
While I comb the crowd for clues your hands be my purpose
Our planet is the point
In which this network slowly turns to filter
We out-box the bewildered by the wilderness
My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through
Touch fools that duel with a
The evil-minded to triple six me but he missed me
Intervene; appear as red blips on my color radar screen