Luyện nghe bài hát Anneurysm

(Verse 1: Slug)
...And then the start to pop from the blood
Pushed away from the
Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes
To up and down on this
I should escape, I disappear
Its gettin clear, crystal
I'm in a bad position
I you power, gave you control
But you had to the role
Reckless with the that you hold
There much as unsatisfying
as the man listening
Believing in the one lying
Hide the crying, in the pocket
A for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
by the storm, before the calm
Holding on to a memory, keeping it within my palm
Wake up, Bomb, the clock is ticking
Shot the gift and all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong
And here you are again, emotions in your
Like powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
Tell me it hurts again
Tell me that it weighs you
Tell me you need me
And I'll tell you that I you now
FUCK YOU, you know what you need
And this is the time I tell you
Next time I'm leave
I watch your destruction
I can't trust judgement
I swear to God your then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs,

(Slug and Murs)
High or low, hot and cold, took the wheel, control
Good and bad, wrong or right, die or live a longer
Stop and go, in and out, touch and feel, and shout
Back and forth, up and down, off the course, it now

(Chorus: by Slug and Murs: Repeat 2X)
I can't now. life keeps me awake.

(Verse 2: Murs)
Now I stand, at the threshold of anger
A pathway-- to which I am no
Danger lurks the side, once I cross, I black out
And I to act out, act my age, act my color
Act a fool, actin' then myself (in a way)
Quick, to the shelf, and of the AK
i walk with no reason, America's
I reside and hide in the underneath
A inch of flesh and skull, if the brain pops
Might become a vegetable, so I take the in full
hard on a cigarette
thinking that an aneurysm might be a quicker death
I the Red and keep in step
Figure stress to make you blow your out
the inside, without the double barrel
Blood bubble, eyes
Vains bulged from the
More trouble it's worth
gray goes red so I pause for my head
two fingers to my temple as the tempo
not for peace, but a as in cold steel
I still, clutch...
Want to cock back, and thrust this pressure from my head
Before my brain to flush
Hush, you hear that? It's the that's talking
Squalkin, mocking, got me stopping, and itchin
To get into shit then--- (scream)
Head spinnin, winnin, blendin, evil would say
it bendin' my wheel sendin a chill I...

(Chorus 6X)