Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to come close to it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..."
After a minute within it, they to think
"Why the hell didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, it's that way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping
Let me spike the ball I don't like to dance
Let me paint a picture on the surface of your
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing
Now I travel city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to some of these finds
Fly angel fly, don't ever back
You scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
Maybe you should trade that for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll a dry place to sleep
forget what chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on Land Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
the lard 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
Pissed on the remains to mark the and spark the flame

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

2X]

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

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play for 38 seconds]