Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning shadows
In the tremors of the
While he among the alleys
Bringing before the fright

She sleeps in tattered
In the ballroom's
Moaning gently of her
By escorted

babblings
From a constant of thought
wringing out
The rags that he has

yet her bulging belly
She so cries a smile
In anticipated
Of her growing child

He is speeding in a
Going nowhere, but, of
He believe in discipline
Of a kind of sort

a state of race
A never spate of hate
everything in some weird way
Does to relate

To her it doesn't matter
Its chasms have leapt
And she upon the skepticism
Of her fate

tall, you spittle-smattered son of man
Stand up, you hear say
To slap you down and your teeth
And across the bay

Irrelevant pleading
Wasn't she did this year
She passed it by and a lie
And shed a crystal

For him to see, from valley's
From in the sand
And yet he has himself
For just a man

A bragging sort of twit
A cast-off shade of
Who's brought and all the rest
the very brink

Yet magic urge
on and plays continuum
A song of pleasure and of
Until that be done