Luyện nghe bài hát Troubled Waters

[Verse
You replicas the guidelines of acoustics
Miserable attempts result in conclusions
Paragon pen dragon tactician on
Then a comfortable try to combat cliques
That unexpected Sephotus shifts
Worked up you're shooken, to the side
I stagger this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of
Worst fear the terrace muted
The roots of all evil I've rooted
with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken
Agony rides inside the heartache wretched
My intuition felt you up
You tripped alone what are you for?
Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, distorted
Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the
Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under
perceives a slaughter suspension
Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study
My square drops two erasing lines like
Relentless agent hush circles on my pavement
Two to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement
On the game board, lunge forward and wind-up impaled by the same
Choose your weapon, stains upon your flag
shielding the exterior inferior
Stall face to face with a forms that your downfall
Admittedly suspicious, a decadence, your on hiatus
Permanent, provoked and choked the potency
The parrow be the penetrating pierce the insides
Why the cold at midnight? Why the dim light?
Why are we at a true from the inside?
Why the pen slide with vigor on a put
Like while I put my foot down stomp city
A-E-S-O-P scoping the bur, opening minds behind the smirks

Two]
I've seen misery, I've seen dust ridden ruins
Iron oracle test three COM unit disperse silently
Over confidence to irony
twist full hardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form
Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon side
A upon the rise, Adam, I or crush come brush upon the red zone
Crook you're shook you poorly
powers parted pace uncharted territory
Disoriented malicious god you'll burn bridges
craft requires first drafts
Graphs, gritted blueprints of perimeter
Hunting by compute, twenty one mic salute
One life polluted, concerned moans
From the nine rings of hell burn you in your slumber
then pulled under now
Whipping the willows is the warden of this garden
Slipping through the silhouetted Aesop sidewinds jaded
Don't wind up war into the jungle the solution's not intrusion
The institution broke your main frame
I the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless?
While I comb the for clues your nyebony hands be my purpose
Our is the pivotal point
In which this network turns to filter kicks
We out-box the berserk by the wilderness
My clench is clutch manners falling through underbrush
Touch fools that duel a dominant
The evil-minded to triple six me but he missed me
Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my radar screen