Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

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

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

No shop value to
Far shallow, so get it straight
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the
'cause life is and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered
Following a tune, to consume
learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing that humility is a
Scared love don't make
If these walls could speak, they would peep the fake ones
Watching this man, off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can understand. (Crazy speech.)

So, who did tattoos?
nice
And who your tabboos?
That's
If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his
But already beat him to it
He fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and
But the odds of you finding any are too slim-
Keeps his grim
Tap his to the rhythm of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair his chin
he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The of the payphone escalates
Fake smile when he home one of his dates
He write another hate-poem for you to break
Or maybe calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still by the fire and the water
Still trying to honor this empire's
Still answering questions afraid to ask
Still that God's gonna save his ass

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