Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

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

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Choking on a wishbone, blown out the frame
Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the

It never settles, the constant grinding of
against complicated timing, developing my
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, find a spot to stand
The anger felt as I across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the sets
me through the meaninglessness
Here I am with the word nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the occur

2X]

Put your head on the and shut your eyes
your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared of blood, sweat and love
Instead of flame, crying in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
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, they know me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
child is your fate so let 'em play
I bet I your age and I can guess your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the hell ain't you to make some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking together for 38 seconds]