Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

When I got into magic, it was an underground phenomenon
Now everybody's like a card, any card
If I shot my full load with the first I played
I'd be a monkey in a box with the David Blaines
I be swimmin' the sharks, mouths full of razor blades
But I'm not, I got out of game

Artist

I talk 'til I'm red in my face with polyps
I'll rock 'til I'm out of my then raise octaves
I play through the pain and conscience
Refraining commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty from those who ain't accomplished
Even one fifths of some of this I made progress with
I'm leaving naysayers stumped rain forests
After years of pullin' ears out my pants pockets
I'm not any tricks of the trade
It's just there ain't no magic in the breakdown

In an effort to make 'em all see what I found in my I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the middle of an unread
are falling apart
But the sentence descend on the word and the is permanent
been missed
If you missed
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
in the death sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering where my went, it pulled a disappearing act
And single assistant I ever had got sawed in half

You See I payed attention
But I afford to laugh
'cause I'm for my break in an autograph for my CAST
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is volunteers in the
show a bit of audience participation now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say the fuck up we ain't sayin shit!!!
And respect it
it,
In a flair for the dramatic
A entrance
to my own arraignment (Oh!)
The self-destructive things I do for entertainment
My folks gave me this broken heart as my pallet
While I was out honing my craft you was your talent
That's why you still live at
And I bought house off my parents
I'm getting ahead of
(gettin of myself)
I see the hair on my
(see the on my back)
I'm on the road reading
It's poems versus better
I to myself
worth remembering
Versus defending the size of my manhood or canned goods

In an effort to make 'em all see what I in my life I decided to give 'em a look
None of 'em giving a glimpse trying to guess that I'm sitting in the of an unread book
Letters are falling
But the descend on the wording and the wording is permanent
been missed
If you were
did you miss
is
Falling and serving a sentence of solitary
Result in the death sentence just filling my assignment
But none of this is told in confidence
I the confidential records just to hold the listeners attention

I'm a veteran of spacial
I ya wings to fit you in head shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian body contortionist
Orphanages offering torches to abortion clinics
I lost
And a morgue of lady
I gender the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's androgynous
I'm lookin' marvelous but looks can
And I'm unsure about my sexual orientations
Put me in a special kind of case that only if
You hit it with a bouquet of flowers and breath arrangement
The is vacant
They're all for fault or blame
I called my
The that I caught the train
I let him know, I'm nowhere, he's invited
If he leaves then he just might help me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a psychic without a
Holding the future
A loose cannon standing on the top with
A new and understanding of bartenders and locksmiths
They me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too

Artist (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Escape

I ain't in months

Artist

I'm trying to get away
no magic in the breakdown baby

[Ain't no magic in the baby
No magic in the
Ain't no magic in the ba-by

Escape

in background]

Sage

(Pussies, you're to shoot me in the heart!
You it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I'll fall in love with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make some noise for Francis ya'll!