Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't dead streets back you into bad corners?
crumble once you sit your ass on em.
Parking overdue. Violation 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 made one broke.
I salute you. I meant to lose you,
But I know this don't go where it used to.
I've got a map that a lot like your veiny arms.
It aint to scale, but it details the name of this song.And this one is called "Cancelled Blues"
A Manipulative twist I think that Manson used.
But poor musicians come a a dozen.
And you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and yolk is running.
Who broke that 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 you were supposed to be catching.
Fish nets collect in stagnant 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 that now.
these cue cards. Find your 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 movement for freedom.
If the you keep bouncing off of are closing in,
theres so much time before your rhythm gets broken
I could it speeding up before we lost signal.
It caused a effect. Rings 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 to meet on is just
a one-way dead end. You're some of my friends
Press send. Where are the donuts you've been lost
Tow trucks you've been forced to ride? Hold ups at the line?
Customs confiscate costumes.
Eat my dust and get exhausted, fed by car fumes.
I can't a duty tax so expensive.
Come off your head trip and visit 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 careful when the sex parade comes a marchin'.
They've got full body to carry you off in.
I wish I you that while we were still talking.