Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't these dead streets back you into bad
Curbs crumble once you sit ass on em.
Parking meters overdue. goes unnoticed.
Out of all of who tried to travel off road... you've come the closest.
So I you this toast:
To all of who showed 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 twist I think that Manson might've used.
But poor come a dime a dozen.
And you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and yolk is running.
Who broke that hard outer
Some in your mix you couldn't level with, headless horsemen?
the suffering... go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my you were supposed to be catching.
Fish nets collect dust in water.
I haven't heard from you since the gag order.
Pussycat got tongue?
it up up up up up up up (end communication)

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

You're a ball who moves on the whim of the wind.
Confused flexible for freedom.
If the walls you keep off of are closing in,
theres only so much time before your rhythm broken
I could it speeding up before we lost signal.
It caused a ripple effect. on the radar would intersect.
Now your fingers are off
I can't hold your hand than your attention span.
The two way street we are supposed to meet on is
a one-way dead end. some of my best friends
Press send. Where are the donuts you've been inside?
Tow you've been forced to ride? Hold ups at the border line?
Customs will costumes.
Eat my and get exhausted, force fed by car fumes.
I can't afford a tax so expensive.
Come off your head trip and 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 cars spin.
Be when the unsafe sex parade comes a marchin'.
They've got full body to carry you off in.
I wish I told you that we were still talking.