Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

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

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

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

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 might in discipline
Of a bloody kind of

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

To her it matter more
Its chasms been leapt
And she leans upon the
Of her fate

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

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

For him to see, from edge
plateaus in the sand
And yet he has himself
For being a man

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

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