Luyện nghe bài hát Choking on the Wishbone

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

And you don't to come close to feeling it
Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..."
After a minute within it, start to think
"Why the hell they didn't get it, did not hear what he speaks?"
They don't know me, best that way
Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday
And let me strain my lungs for the of popping amps
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 rhymes
Now I travel from city to city, of a gypsy
Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and
Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that time
for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of these
Fly angel fly, don't ever back
You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook
you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep
So when you get too drunk to drive, 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 Rover?
Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab
Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job
And if I before they get a chance to hear me
Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and 'em all about my theory

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

It settles, the constant 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 dealt and now I'm staring at my
Looking for something to toss, tryna find a to stand
The anger as I look across the land
It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to
Move past, the is set, the previous sets
carry me the meaninglessness
Here I am the word extracting nerves
Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash

2X]

Put your 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 blunder game, and it drowned out the hunger
Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game
Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost
with the last ones to the bottom of his guts
Yo, they don't know me, it's best way
Let 'em look for in yesterday
This child is fate so let 'em play
I bet I know age and I can guess your weight
Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight?
And why the hell you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
I can't figure it out, for sake arguing a lost case
as it irritates my prostate, and I sit home alone
I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the tone

[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play together for 38