Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

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

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

No value to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it
Blacktop, sidewalk,and the
life is priceless and talk is cheap
And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered
a tune, born to consume
Carefully learning and the lyrics you use
Finally realizing humility is a bruise
Scared love make none
If these walls could speak, they would about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his
just so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)

So, who did your
nice
And who built tabboos?
life
If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to 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 trying to know these pins
keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty bin
The price of the escalates
Fake smile when he home one of his dates
He could write another hate-poem for you to
Or maybe stay calm and for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the and the water
Still trying to honor this daughter
Still answering questions you're 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 there's only so much he can put in a
Gotta to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong