Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't these dead streets back you into bad
Curbs once you sit your ass on em.
Parking meters overdue. Violation unnoticed.
Out of all of those who to travel off road... you've come the closest.
So I grant you toast:
To all of those who promise and never made one that broke.
I salute you. I never to lose you,
But I know this road don't go where it to.
I've got a map that looks a lot like your arms.
It aint to scale, but it the name of this song.And this one is called "Cancelled Flight Blues"
A Manipulative I think 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 that outer covering?
Some chick in your mix you couldn't with, headless horsemen?
the suffering... go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my drift you supposed to be catching.
Fish nets collect in stagnant water.
I haven't 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. Find way out.
Casting call girl...give the of yourself...
to the dark.

You're a lint ball who moves on the of the wind.
flexible movement for freedom.
If the walls you keep off of are closing in,
theres only so much time before your rhythm gets
I hear it speeding up before we lost signal.
It a ripple effect. Rings on the radar would intersect.
Now your are off limits;
I can't your hand 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 friends
Press send. are the donuts you've been lost inside?
Tow trucks you've forced to ride? Hold 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.
off your head trip and visit where your old friends live.
sensitive...like the time...critical.
You to God on a lie and didn't die...you're invincible.
Kiss the pavement...make love while spin.
Be careful when the sex parade comes a marchin'.
They've got body condoms to carry you off in.
I wish I told you that while we were talking.