Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't want to close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I give a shh..."
a minute within it, they start to think
"Why the hell didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
They don't me, it's best that way
Let 'em look for tomorrow in
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 of your mind
I got a job at the circus and I quit writing
Now I travel city to city, life of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, law and mystery
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that
for me to this piece of junk and try to take some of these finds
Fly angel fly, ever look back
You better scoop that 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 have a dry to sleep
Don't forget what chocolate does to the hangover
Come on, who you think cut the on your Land Rover?
Twist the 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 to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all my theory

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

It never settles, the constant grinding of
against complicated timing, my threshold
Touching the gestalt with a reverb and some echo
to add extra flavor pesto
Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm at my hand
for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
The anger as I look across the land
It equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
Move past, the berry is set, the 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 your head on the pillow and your eyes
Take your mind out the and touch the sky
Then come ease down that much feared of blood, sweat and love
of flame, crying tears in the rain
The blunder game, and it drowned out the pains
Numbed the brain and played life like a 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 me, it's best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow 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 some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a 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 play together for 38 seconds]