Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't these dead streets back you bad corners?
crumble once you sit your ass on em.
Parking meters overdue. Violation unnoticed.
Out of all of those who tried to travel off road... you've the closest.
So I grant you toast:
To all of those who showed promise and made one that broke.
I you. I never meant to lose you,
But I know this road go where it used to.
got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms.
It aint to scale, but it details the name of this song.And one is called "Cancelled Flight Blues"
A Manipulative twist I that Manson might've used.
But poor musicians come a a dozen.
And the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your yolk is running.
Who broke that outer covering?
Some chick in your mix you couldn't level with, 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 haven't heard from you since the gag order.
got your tongue?
it up up up up up up up (end communication)

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

a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind.
Confused movement for freedom.
If the you keep bouncing off of are closing in,
theres only so much time before your rhythm broken
I could hear it speeding up before we signal.
It caused a effect. Rings on the radar would intersect.
Now your fingers are off
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. You're some of my friends
Press send. are the donuts you've been 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 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 while we were talking.