Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

Dialed up his homie on the telephone
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the is wrong
Brain freezing up, he don't know to do
But the that know him know that it ain't nothing new
Catch rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, up towards the ceiling
up to remember that he slept 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 never really was a big fan of their
So he starts up the walk by kicking in the dirt
A friend to the strangers, a stranger to
He'll take a coffee and a pack of when you have a minute
Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can it
He's a for the morning smile and summer cleavage
If you knew him better he'd ask for some
'cause he's looking for a reservoire to his mind
And there's only so much he can put in a
talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong

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

No shop to titillate
Far from shallow, so get it
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, to consume
learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
Finally realizing humility is a bruise
Scared love don't make
If walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching man, falling off of his plan-
just so he can understand. (Crazy reverse speech.)

So, who did your
That's
And who built tabboos?
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 fingerpaint you a picture his blood
A self-portrait, dramatic and
But the of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
Keeps his outlook
Tap his foot to the of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the above his chin
Till he finds his in the fifty cent bin
The price of the payphone
Fake when he takes home one of his dates
He could write another for you to break
Or maybe stay calm and wait for big earthquake
Still surrounded by the fire and the
Still to honor this empire's daughter
answering questions you're afraid to ask
Still believing God's gonna save his ass

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