Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

Sad Sad Monster. those horns up.
Burn the back roads. your way out.
Troubled love life... give the of yourself...
to the

"Ground control to soul,
control to lost soul.
If you copy... come in soul.
in lost soul.
We lost contact."(- Brown)
Abort Mission. We contact.

Don't these dead streets back you into bad
Curbs crumble you sit your ass on em.
Parking meters overdue. goes unnoticed.
Out of all of those who tried to travel off road... you've the closest.
So I grant you this
To all of those who showed promise and never one that broke.
I salute you. I never meant to you,
But I this road don't go where it used to.
I've got a map that looks a lot like veiny arms.
It aint to scale, but it the name of this song.And this one is called "Cancelled Flight Blues"
A Manipulative twist I think Manson might've used.
But poor musicians come a a dozen.
And the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your yolk is running.
Who broke that outer covering?
Some chick in your mix you level with, headless horsemen?
the suffering... go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my drift you were to be catching.
nets collect dust in stagnant water.
I haven't heard back from you the gag order.
Pussycat got your
it up up up up up up up (end communication)

Bad, bad actor. Flip that now.
Read these cue cards. Find way out.
call girl...give the gift of yourself...
to the dark.

You're a ball who moves on the whim of the wind.
Confused movement for freedom.
If the walls you keep bouncing off of are in,
theres only so much time before your rhythm broken
I could it speeding up before we lost signal.
It caused a ripple effect. Rings on the would intersect.
Now your fingers are off
I can't hold your longer than your attention span.
The two way street we are to meet on is just
a one-way dead end. You're some of my best
Press send. Where are the donuts you've been inside?
Tow trucks you've been forced to ride? Hold ups at the border
Customs confiscate costumes.
Eat my dust and get exhausted, fed by car fumes.
I can't a duty tax so expensive.
Come off head trip and visit where your old friends live.
sensitive...like the time...critical.
You swore to God on a lie and die...you're invincible.
Kiss the pavement...make love while spin.
Be careful when the unsafe sex comes a marchin'.
They've got body condoms to carry you off in.
I wish I you that while we were still talking.