Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

This one goes out to all of those that success
Wait, not the ones that want it
This goes to those that they deserve it
And this one goes to all of that make the moves
and those that have paid the
To all of those that walk the fine on the edge
To all the heads about to break it

And you don't want to come close to it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..."
After a minute it, they start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not hear he speaks?"
They don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
Let me spike the because I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing
Now I from city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, about that time
for me to pawn this of junk and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go and cook that
Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a
So when you get too to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate milk to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land
Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish
Ditch the that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and 'em all about my theory

4x]
Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the
on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame

It never settles, the grinding of metal
against complicated timing, my threshold
the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor pesto
Yo, the cards are and now I'm staring at my hand
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to
The anger felt as I look the land
It doesn't equal to the and hunger to expand
past, the berry is set, the previous sets
carry me through the
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running toward the (here we go) to watch the crash occur

2X]

Put head on the pillow and shut your eyes
Take your mind out the and touch the sky
Then come ease that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
of flame, crying tears in the rain
The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains
Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game
Poppa needs a new of nuts, cause he lost touch
with the last ones fastened to the of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
This is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I know your age and I can your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and
And why the hell ain't you tripping to make ripples in the lake?
I figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
as it my prostate, and when I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone the dial tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking together for 38 seconds]