Luyện nghe bài hát Chained to the Couch

Well it's hot like
And I'm to the couch
And my spits bad ideas out of my mouth
Like a thousand
burst
Crowd screams and here comes the
And I'm now
Out of my
As the crowds to scream
And the wade into the barrooms
To away the dreams
And I can hear years of traffic
Outside on dirty street
And I can see the turn
From red to black to blue to to green
And I staring for so long
My eyes to bleed
Yes I been staring for so
My eyes to bleed
I was a young one
They told me I my rights at the door
As I grow older this becomes true and more
Now I'm just staring out that door
I should be
But I ain't got no tears no
I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no
I got no tears ain't got no tears no more
I lost a few things that were dear to me
Like my and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
Now they're sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath
Tryin' to not be pulled by the waves and the weeds
Rain on the roof fit together so like a tailor made suit
It's like pull, aim, click, bang, soar and
And the rain and wind they my skin
'Til freezin' smooth
And heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
Oh Yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody
I was a young one
They me I left my rights at the door
As I older this becomes true more and more
Now I'm just out that open door
I be screaming
But I ain't got those tears no
I ain't got no tears ain't got no no more
I ain't got no tears ain't got no no more