Luyện nghe bài hát Escape Artist

(When I got in to magic, yeah.)

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

Escape

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

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 middle of an book
Letters are falling
But the sentence descend on the word and the is permanent
Never been
If you missed
What did you
is
Falling and a sentence of solitary confinement
Result in the sentence just filling my running assignment
I'm just wondering where my went, it pulled a disappearing act
And every single assistant I ever had got in half

You See I payed attention
But I can't to laugh
'cause I'm lookin' for my break in an autograph for my
but I'm short on staff so all I ask is in the crowd
a little bit of audience participation now

I say hip (what do I say?)
You, you say shut the fuck up we sayin shit!!!
And I'll it
it,
In a flair for the dramatic
A entrance
Late to my own (Oh!)
The self-destructive things that I do for
My folks gave me this already broken heart as my
While I was out honing my you was disowning your talent
That's why you live at home
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 Kerouac
It's poems versus better
I think to
What's remembering
Versus defending the size of my manhood or confessional goods

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

I'm a veteran of relationships
I clip ya to fit you in head shrinking magician
Shape-shifting reptilian turned contortionist
Orphanages started torches to abortion clinics
I acquaintances
And a morgue of lady
I gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boy with God's
I'm lookin' but looks can kill
And I'm unsure about my orientations still
Put me in a special kind of that only breaks if
You hit it with a of flowers and baby breath arrangement
The vault is
They're all looking for fault or
I called my
The moment I caught the train
I let him know, I'm going nowhere, invited
If he leaves then he just might help me find it
But this is my to bare, not his
And I'm a without a sidekick
Holding the hostage
A loose cannon standing on the top with
A new respect and of bartenders and locksmiths
call me daredevil but I'm not precise enough
Unprofessional on an amateur level, I love my life too

Escape (x 5)

I'm in two places at

Escape

I ain't in months

Artist

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

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

Escape

[continues in

Francis:

(Pussies, scared to shoot me in the heart!
You it's too big, uhh!
Fuck, I bulletproof heart, hit me baby.
I'll never fall in with you, ever!
If you got (heart?) so I do! Bitch!)

Make some noise for Sage ya'll!