Luyện nghe bài hát Everything Turns Gold

Chorus- Mieka
When the sun on the city
something to behold
Cause when the sun on the city
turns gold
for now you're young and
and you'll be when you're old
Cause when the sun sets on the
everything turns

1- Watsky
The frog in my throat was the size of a
The fat ate the butterflies in my gut
the dog in me knows that it's a bitch in black
so i the frog out and i took my bark back
Till i'd been afraid of night
my cradle stayed in sight
it have all abated if i played it right
i hated trynna and face a place i didn't dare go
with the worms and liking looking like a scarecrow
do a mellow jig instead of tripping off a
i'll just skip the yellow brick wicker sticking out my collar
it's all or nothing be cultured when i'm older
fuck a parrot, i don't care i'll feed the vulture on my
(polly a collarbone?)
try the lake for
or just say yes to yesterday it and make a wish
i ate as a baby, i did it for the flavor
in a couple years i'll let the dirt the favor

Verse 2- of Gab

I used to the riches and the props
And the and the fame and the fortune, everything
Seems when you get here, there more desirable
All old fear (?) doesn't leave, it's inside of you
Everything material, it like the night'll do
day
Came and went
Nothing penetrates the that illustrates the noise
Mental states annoyed with a attitude of zero gratitude may destroy
Beneath the lies is truth
You and find the proof
Only to be is here
Dig in, peep it how the roots
From out of nowhere nothingness and back
Constantly expresses everything and
And acting as a
Arm Leg Leg Arm
that you spread
May be relived again you live again after you're dead
Until you merge into the blissful field of mighty
But time is an illusion, all of within you now

Watsky
The sun is going
drink another
until you fold
paint the city
remember you've heard
don't say word
until you shake your up and spray a little on the curb
what you own
take the home
if no out right now,
i you know you're not alone
try to find some
to watch the lights
park see the city sparkle out on heights
all those attractive spires
that we love to higher
I'm starting grass
when my car backfires after four tires
rolling off road to the bad drivers
coming back home and I climb the walls into the sky on tall
to it all brighter
your lighters up
raise cider cup
and let's an all-nighter

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