Luyện nghe bài hát A General

Tonight I saw your face
Vindictive, a language of reaction
And you for returning my faith in what I believed in
It nearly went in while you took aim

So you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify
You know that you'll feel afraid
The way you woke up this morning

That's right, I saw your face
Or rather a of hatred
Don't you your own wars?
A saluting yourself yesterday
While you think about prey

So when you wake tomorrow with no one to crucify
You know that you'll feel afraid
The way you up this morning today

When you tomorrow with no one left to crucify
You know that you'll still feel
The way you woke up this today

I hope for sake
You work out your lies within
Your tortured you put out
So where's your

So where's your
So where's your
So your violin?
So where's violin?

So when you tomorrow with no one left to crucify
You know you'll still feel afraid
The way you woke up this today

you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify
You know you'll still feel afraid
The way you woke up this today

The way you up
The way you up
Tunnel

The year is two double 0 two, nothing is new
Kid Jimmy, you know, you hear me lyrics over loops
Close used to call me sups, mad respect to CI crew
Still ripping over PFK, so what you do?

Nothing, puffing out my fucking chest, crims the best
out to mesk for putting run ups to the test
Dressed for success but we like some bums
So easy fucking go, not fucking come

Tunnel vision enhance your view
So it through, do it for your self
you read might not be true
So think it through, do it for your, for

We London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and Osaka
You have to dig my style, so step back, fuck you
And you're jealous, man, claiming that it's luck
You can't it

I don't give a you can suck my dick
Say you can me, you probably could
Going down south with your
wrapped around my wood

Say you can smoke me, you probably
down south with your mouth wrap
Wrap, wrapped around my wood

Tunnel vision won't enhance view
So think it through, do it for self
Everything you read might not be
So it through, do it for your, for yourself

Whoa, slow down, I got the low
On this bigger Benhur sound
That we just lit, so I hit it a lip
That spits real in harmony hits

I can't help it when you your pants
I saw you fucking
Up and down when the record went one
Fuming they're paying for my skills

were having fun, now you're sober
Not drunk from thinking over
Time to the facts whack
It's just begun

London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and
You have to dig it, fuck you, fuck you

Tunnel won't enhance your view
So it through, do it for your self
Everything you might not be true
So it through, do it for your, for yourself