Luyện nghe bài hát Case In Point

Im a breather, mail
Ad I dont know where I
Not someone informed me
That my was built on sand
And its not the beneath me
Its just the concept of the

And Im on the corner
When the buildings, all fell
And you blink once a goner
Everything goes pell-mell

Its a hard sell, my conceptual hell
Not good for kindling, no
When the buildings, they all

And Im a breather, receiver
Bottom just getting by
And you know its all just part of the
But you blame it on some non existent
Oh yeah, of course, you you cant ride
The of the horse but still I try

In a carton desert
a pair of Acme jet skates
Focused on my
I seem to have forgot my
Now its time to the nation

And Im to meet you
On a brown gray mare
But theres something that me
Like I'm riding on air
few doubts disserve me
Thinking no one really

And Im jumping fences
On this course
But it Im getting nowhere
On the of the horse

Its a real sell, my conceptual hell
Not even for kindling, no
the buildings, they all fell

And Im a breather, feeder
How many liters I imbibe?
And you know its all just part of the
But you blame it on some non force
Oh yeah, of course, you know you cant
The of the horse but still I try