Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

Dialed up his homie on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is
Brain freezing up, he don't know to do
But the people that know him know that it ain't new
Catch five rings, then an machine
up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
Stood up to remember that he fully-dressed
So he his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to that big
Somebody once said "Today's a day to die."
But he really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by sand in the dirt
A to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you a minute
it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He's a sucker for the morning smile and cleavage
If you knew him better ask for some time
'cause looking for a reservoire to empty his mind
And only so much he can put in a song
Gotta talk to somebody who can him what the hell is wrong

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

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

So, who did your
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, dramatic and
But the of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his grim
Tap his to the rhythm of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to down these pins
He'll keep swinging the hair above his chin
Till he finds his in the fifty cent bin
The price of the escalates
smile when he takes home one of his dates
He could write another hate-poem for you to
Or maybe stay and wait for that big earthquake
Still by the fire and the water
Still trying to this empire's daughter
Still answering questions afraid to ask
Still believing that gonna save his ass

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