Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

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

Bad, bad actor. Flip script now.
Read these cue cards. your way out.
Casting call girl...give the of yourself...
to the dark.

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