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 decadence
Moaning gently of her
By precedence

Antiquated
From a constant stream of
wringing out
The rags he has caught

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

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

Naturally a of race
A changing spate of hate
everything in some weird way
Does to relate

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

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

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

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

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

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