Luyện nghe bài hát Dryspell

On a afternoon in lower east side New York...

You about (Yeah)
Good morning my sweet of morbid disorder
And Good evening wonderful and such
Maybe today I'll touch the burgundy
Trimming the and of in with tenants
Spangled cross a more tangible
?? it needs all up in day-tripper visuals
Take it easy man, fuck it take it any way I can
My palms are
When I fury scurry past my window
Model city in a bottle plugged
Its bliss kissin
And a suckers pucker in a bind
Maybe the sunken ship is the
No, but they it man
I try to Spin me spongin
Up to dungeons functions
As opposed to art historians absorbed assumptions
Everybody pop your knuckles when the style divorces
at the spite with which it curdled
Outside my tenement a little warmth
out the mugs of masons wasted
Laying for days to later find they owned the lot adjacent
the blasphemy elements of elogance and savagery
Murder the gossip, fuck it run off
The broken spoke cyclers chokin open doctors as born fetus
In a matchbox padlocked to the hammer base
Now these impurities embedded in illiterates textiles
in the hell tale to motivate blind suspended leverage
Now i'm drowning in a pool of why are you
with my beats the burden pertainance of if I die this year
My name is
My is pillar
My allegiance
My is flagrant
My name's a thousand steps from
But I'm and tired of waiting
My Polaris
My is canvas
My is lowlife
My intention
My is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension
My is carnival
My is posture
My name is
My is evidence
My name is delicate approach from my fellowship
My Possessive
My is cordial
My name is
My is captivate
My name is contaminate the
And the profits for the captain's sake

Let us hope the horrors of evil
No loiter on the doorstep of your past

Circle of sandbags drag the shield a the meaty hand grabs
I'm splitting hopes at local Acropolis
Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for born with a ??
Sunk to rest while they've exhausted the art of drunken
Exhibit fracture lines converge towards where the hackers whine
trappers slack the traps
Unlatch the catch cover up his trackers line
That make his majesty furious
Oh bury his head and how I have been so dense
If only, yeah but I'm
My days graze normalcy then morbidly
My years breathe honesty then sardonically
Alas, I dig my toes in to the sand and spit foliage out my lips Personifying end all aspirations
floats...
No, hope sinks like broken boats and most harassed provoked
I'm tossing at a map of the arts to pick up where you choked
And when the last falls off the branches of resonance
I'll be with my butterfly net to collect the evidence
Well I am a room with poison oak the sides
Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty
If you can between the bars
Enjoy my employ my waste
In case the hand by a stolen grace
Do you wish the circle wasn't square
So when landsharks circling the borders
You could just cut them off at the
There's a ghost in the of values
to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof
Now I'm surfin it
So if you need me spread wings to spell my name
the mess near the other funny requests
See bow to tolerant of higher to win
To assist in a meticulous pick a part of cobweb
Of
A child of timid instinct that ten step ahead premise
Supply dust bowls the zephyr was requested
humble shoes ten shades of blues come off the difference
I grimace, took me one hours to conclude that sickly innocence
My is Dryspell
My name is
My name's
My is flagrant
My name's a steps from patience
But i'm and tired of waitin
My Polaris
My is canvas
My name is
My name's
My is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension
My name is
My name is
My is polarized
My name is
My name is delicate approach from symettricating my
My Possessive
My name is
My name is
My name is
My is contaminate the rich
And the profits for the captain's sake
My is vagabond
My name is
My is century
My is hunter
My is sunburst
My is wildfire
My is scrutinize
My name is
My name is
My is cigarettes
My is cynical
My is tolerance
My name is
My name is
My name is
My is alarm clock
My is...