Luyện nghe bài hát Case In Point

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

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

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

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

In a carton landscape
With a pair of jet skates
Focused on my
I seem to have my station
Now its time to the nation

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

And Im jumping over
On obstacle course
But it seems Im nowhere
On the of the horse

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

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