Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Lotta Walls

Dialed up his homie Murs on the
Gotta to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
Brain freezing up, he know what to do
But the people that know him know it ain't nothing new
Catch rings, then an answering machine
Hang up on the beep, stare up the ceiling
Stood up to that he slept fully-dressed
So he grabbed his and put a hat on his rat's nest
Stepped up to that big
Somebody once "Today's a good 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 friend to the strangers, a stranger to
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 smile and summer cleavage
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 he can put in a song
Gotta talk to who can tell him what the hell is wrong

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And house has gotta lotta walls
But only few mean anything to you
And house has gotta lotta walls
But only very few mean 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 sits (as he sits) in his room
a tune, born to consume
Carefully 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 about the fake
Watching this man, falling off of his
Underachievin' just so he can understand. (Crazy speech.)

So, who did your
nice
And who your tabboos?
That's
If he had a glass pipe, he would smash it and use it to slash his
But someone beat 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-
Keeps his outlook
Tap his to the rhythm of original sin
Throw his balls to the wind trying to down these pins
He'll keep from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty bin
The of the payphone escalates
Fake when he takes home one of his dates
He write another hate-poem for you to break
Or maybe calm and wait for that big earthquake
Still surrounded by the fire and the
Still trying to this empire's daughter
Still answering questions you're to ask
Still that 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 only so much he can put in a
Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the is wrong