Luyện nghe bài hát Daylight

(yes y'all and ya don't keep on to the break of dawn)

Yo...put one up to shackle me, not clean procreation
I did not invent the I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the
I walk the block a halo and a stick poking your patience
catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip rediculous
Fathom the of first generation
Fuck up or trickle down hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero hour completion (Splash!)
Duke of early retirement a dream
American hogging the screen
I'll hold the open so you can stumble in
if you'd stop following me the jungle gym
Now an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Merit crutch stolen refuse of my teeming resonance
I promise temperance towards breed a leaning conscience
Here the creed since responsive but my sports the war's the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) yeah the settlers
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is with epitaphs
be laughing!
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm
So I triple knot them and them
This dream is beautiful
but man wings will never leave the ground
Without a and a lottery ticket, now settle down

All I ever was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back my way.
All I wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces together my way.
All I ever was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back my way.
All I ever wanted was to apart the day,
put the pieces together my way.

(yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop, keep on to the of dawn)

bound emit a tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead engulfed
Diddy crumbs for the better with seven deadly stains
To hear the blame to conscience
To results a low counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, link me to activism activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating zenith bent
I hock swords for the morbid spreading of mad men
(alley gospel)
Sinking their lincoln-log and Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em for the bashed dreams
Sparking in my brick windows another thick installment
Of one night in Gotham the wretched (There is also another word here)
Houston we a problem
Attached to a infested batch of city
Who split holiday on a box cut cinema high road bellow
Head rips Watch red bricks yellow
Sort of similar to backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feeling crimes at pamper for bickering
not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that
Maybe she didn't feel shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire pacifism pagan thresh hold
Stomach of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker
Vision and pick apart the
I got a friend of nature and it's all peace
When I seek stars but can't sit at the same feast
Captain!
This cat is if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled him"

All I ever wanted was to pick the day,
put the pieces back my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick the day,
put the pieces together my way.
All I ever wanted was to apart the day,
put the pieces back my way.
All I ever was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back my way