Luyện nghe bài hát Case In Point

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

And Im standing on the
the buildings, they all fell
And you blink youre a goner
Everything just pell-mell

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

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

In a carton landscape
With a pair of jet skates
on my destination
I seem to forgot my station
Now its to face the nation

And Im riding to you
On a brown gray speckled
But something that unnerves me
Like I'm on thin air
These few doubts me
no one really cares

And Im jumping fences
On this course
But it seems Im nowhere
On the concept of the

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

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