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 feel they deserve it
And this one goes to all of those that make the
and those that have paid the
To all of those that walk the fine line on the
To all the heads about to it loose

And you don't want to close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a within it, they start to think
"Why the they didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my for the love of popping amps
Let me spike the ball because I 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 from city to city, life of a
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that time
for me to pawn this piece of and try to take some of these finds
Fly fly, don't ever look back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and that
you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll a dry place to sleep
Don't forget chocolate milk does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land
the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the that cut my hair and made me quit my job
And if I pass before they get a chance to me
'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory

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Choking on a wishbone, position out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and the flame

It settles, the constant grinding of metal
against timing, developing my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a 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, find a spot to stand
The anger as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to
Move past, the berry is set, the sets
me through the meaninglessness
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash

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

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