Luyện nghe bài hát Troubled Waters

[Verse
You replicas the guidelines of acoustics
Miserable attempts result in conclusions
pen dragon tactician on freeform
Then a silence try to combat cliques
That Sephotus cyclone shifts
Worked up shooken, jetted to the side
I stagger this vagabond menstrual forms of phobia
fear the terrace stricken muted
The roots of all evil I've rooted
Poised with pouncing to break your stride, forsaken
Agony rides inside the heartache wretched
My felt you slip up
You tripped what are you aiming for?
Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, distorted
Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the
Malleable get molded, then folded under pressure
Thou a slaughter suspension
Bridge over troubled water drown, sound intensive
My square drops two erasing like tetris
Relentless agent hush horrendous on my pavement
Two to burn basics 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 the exterior inferior
Stall face to face with a forms that force downfall
suspicious, a decadence, your network's on hiatus
Permanent, provoked and choked upon the
The be the penetrating agent pierce the insides
Why the cold at midnight? Why the dim light?
Why are we staring at a true the inside?
Why the pen slide with on a put down?
Like while I put my foot stomp your 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 clad oracle three COM unit disperse silently
Over confidence to irony
Plot twist full hardy Icarus shifted in facets of my
Forbidden of the swarm a thorn upon your side
A upon the rise, Adam, I or crush come brush upon the red zone
Crook you're shook you started
Your powers parted pace uncharted
Disoriented malicious god you'll burn your
This craft first drafts
Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis
Hunting by compute, twenty one mic salute
One life polluted, concerned moans
From the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your
then pulled under now
Whipping through the is the warden of this garden
Slipping through the silhouetted skylines Aesop jaded
Don't wind up war painted into the the solution's not intrusion
The starving institution broke main frame
I pose the question, are waiting games worth it or worthless?
While I comb the crowd for clues your nyebony be my purpose
Our planet is the point
In which this network slowly turns to kicks
We the berserk bewildered by the wilderness
My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through
Touch that duel with a dominant
The evil-minded tried to six me but he missed me
emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen