Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

Sad Sad Monster. Turn those up.
Burn the roads. Find your way out.
love life... give the gift of yourself...
to the

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

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

Bad, bad actor. that script now.
Read cue cards. Find your way out.
Casting girl...give the gift of yourself...
to the dark.

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