Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

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

She sleeps in tattered
In the ballroom's
gently of her dreaming
By precedence

babblings
From a stream of thought
wringing out
The rags he has caught

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

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

Naturally a of race
A never changing of hate
While in some weird way
manage to relate

To her it matter more
Its chasms have leapt
And she leans the skepticism
Of her chosen

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

Irrelevant 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
From plateaus in the
And yet he has beshit
For being a man

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

Yet that magic
on and plays continuum
A of pleasure and of pain
Until will be done