Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning slaying
In the of the night
While he among the alleys
fear before the fright

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

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

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

He is in a vacuum
nowhere, but, of course
He might believe in
Of a bloody kind of

Naturally a state of
A never changing spate of
While everything in weird way
Does manage to

To her it matter 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 and kick your teeth
And across the bay

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

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

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

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