Luyện nghe bài hát Whaz' Zat

Lightning slaying
In the tremors of the
While he creeps among the
fear before the fright

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

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

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

He is in a vacuum
nowhere, but, of course
He might in discipline
Of a bloody of sort

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

To her it doesn't matter
Its have been leapt
And she upon the skepticism
Of her chosen

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

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

For him to see, from edge
From plateaus in the
And yet he has beshit
For just a man

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

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