Luyện nghe bài hát A Rite Of Passage

Cut, cut, cut
Cutting myself to pieces
Too on myself it would seem
That could see myself worth beneath

I'll a stand devise plans, figure it out
I'll my cuts and stitch them up
With of pure cement and
And realized

There's no way to go
So what if I'm a
I've got spots on my liver
And grown on both my lungs

We take everything we
About ourselves and put in
A diary in a fire
below not me now
I think I'm to go

Back, back,
Back to the crooner in
I sure you all like my songs
Well, I put too much talk in my rhymes

And melodies so stunning brainwashing
From day one I pride in my
Pure and intentions
And I've

There's no way to go
So if I'm a sinner
I've got black spots on my
And cancer grown on both my

We everything we know
About and put them in
A diary in a ring
below not me now
I think I'm to go

And I've
That I don't be judged no more
And realized

There's no way to go
So what if I'm a
I've got spots on my liver
And cancer grown on my lungs

We everything we know
ourselves and put them in
A diary in a ring
Scrutiny not me now
I think I'm to go
I think I'm to go