Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, Muggy The day's all shitty as
Fighting Phaenic spells, the the real
delay at a quarter to six
I'm sorry 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 let a man convey it
Commit to his no need for concern,
From his own mistakes, yeah baby you must
full of tricks, A fist full of motivation,
Flailing punches, swinging hesitation
around, ain't no buried treasure,
It's just sunken ships and pleasures,
It's the simple that brick up a foundation,
like a mound of patience you a pound of waiting.
I'm cause there ain't much love in my life,
just 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 down without a fight til' my burial,
You broke the barrier, and fell off spokes,
Now it's down and it's waking the folks.

(Chorus)

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