Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

Dialed up his Murs on the telephone
talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't what to do
But the that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch five rings, then an answering
Hang up on the beep, up towards the ceiling
Stood up to that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's
Stepped up to big outside
Somebody once said "Today's a day to die."
But he never really was a big fan of their
So he starts up the walk by sand in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a
Handle it. up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him he'd ask for some time
'cause he's for a reservoire to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him the hell is wrong

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And this house has gotta walls
But only very few mean to you
And this house has lotta walls
But only few mean anything to you

No shop value to
Far shallow, so get it straight
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the
'cause life is priceless and talk is
And as he (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
Following a tune, born to
Carefully learning and analyzing the you use
realizing that humility is a bruise
Scared don't make none
If these walls could speak, would peep about the fake ones
this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)

So, who did tattoos?
nice
And who built your
That's
If he had a pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his wrists
But someone already him to it
He fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
A self-portrait, and morbid
But the odds of you any appreciation are too slim-
his outlook grim
Tap his foot to the rhythm of sin
Throw his balls to the wind to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging the hair above his chin
he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price of the escalates
smile when he takes home one of his dates
He could another hate-poem for you to break
Or maybe calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the and the water
Still trying to honor empire's daughter
Still questions you're afraid to ask
Still believing that God's save his ass

If you knew him he'd ask for some time
'cause he's for a reservoire to empty his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a
Gotta talk to somebody who can him what the hell is wrong