Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning shadows
In the of the night
While he among the alleys
Bringing fear before the

She sleeps in trousers
In the ballroom's
Moaning of her dreaming
By escorted

Antiquated
From a constant stream of
Sensitively out
The that he has caught

Patting yet her bulging
She so slowly a smile
In suffering
Of her slowly growing

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

a state of race
A never changing spate of
While everything in some way
Does manage to

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

tall, you spittle-smattered son of man
Stand up, you them say
To you down and kick your teeth
And smile the bay

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

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

A bragging crowing sort of
A shade of pink
Who's brought and all the rest
Unto the very

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