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 know 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, stare up the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he fully-dressed
So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's
Stepped up to big outside
once said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never was a big fan of their work
So he up the walk by kicking 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
it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the morning and summer cleavage
If you him better he'd ask for some time
'cause he's for a reservoire to empty his mind
And only so much he can put in a song
talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong

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

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

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

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