Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning shadows
In the of the night
While he creeps the alleys
Bringing before the fright

She sleeps in tattered
In the decadence
gently of her dreaming
By escorted

Antiquated
From a constant of thought
Sensitively out
The rags he has caught

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

He is in a vacuum
nowhere, but, of course
He might in discipline
Of a kind of sort

Naturally a of race
A never changing spate of
While everything in weird way
Does to relate

To her it doesn't more
Its chasms have been
And she leans the skepticism
Of her chosen

Stand tall, you son of man
up, you hear them say
To slap you down and your teeth
And smile the bay

Irrelevant eloquent
Wasn't she did this year
She it by and told a lie
And shed a tear

For him to see, valley's edge
From plateaus in the
And yet he has beshit
For being a man

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

Yet magic urge
Continues on and plays
A of pleasure and of pain
Until that be done