Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, The day's all shitty as hell
Fighting spells, the citys the real
Quarter at a quarter to six
I'm lady done stepped on my kicks, voluptuous tricks
around, and it sucks to be you,
But I guess a lie is a luxury too.
It probably plain to say some strange days
And any-which-way let a man it
Commit to his terms no for concern,
his own mistakes, yeah baby you must learn
Hand of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging without
Snooping around, no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and pleasures,
It's the simple things that up a foundation,
like a mound of patience gets you a of waiting.
I'm hating cause there much love in my life,
it's drugs, jobs, and a bundle of gripes. (What?)
Haven't you heard, it's a condition,
A of glitches, and a mob of bitching.
A of adversaries, the more the merrier,
I ain't going down without a til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and off it's spokes,
Now it's down and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

Guess these ailments come with the territory,
A better story, now telling me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty, wanna chill the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief, let's you to the disco,
There's talk of the demo, but no disc, though.
Provoke Panic, how strange they it,
In a of millions, how one can feel STRANDED.
Hand to the heart, now one can the tempo,
One empty bottle and one memento.
All in all, Still sorta a good day,
One ice cube for growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday, the Misses is snoring,
Ignoring the foley, is soaring,
Designing women with a fat ass like Burke,
Working still find time just to make it work.
B-B-Back to the board,
her vaguely,
Jot a mock, frown, Why the long face, B?
is heard, I must have been stabbed or something,
Blood Curdling, The is now settling.
In stitches, the hand counts riches,
Was it as hard, they broke his spirit,
Only time will tell, they've began to hear it.
The mic it, You can't come near it.