Luyện nghe bài hát Acathisia

One machine
a road
Right through the
Stream of ash
Painted up perfect lines
Discount labor
Each
Bargain homes
Sewn to the
Slipshod
Do not

I got shoes for nothing
And have lasted me forever
Searching up and down the highway

I can the grid
I have the key
Counting every
C-4 to J-3
I can think in
I know it ain't
On my map
Scraping off the
Dig into the

Well can paint it up
Make it to go somewhere
Well can paint it up
But I know it doesn't lead