Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

these dead streets back you into bad corners?
Curbs crumble once you sit 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 you this toast:
To all of those who showed promise and never one that broke.
I you. I never 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 one is called "Cancelled Flight Blues"
A Manipulative twist I think that might've used.
But poor musicians come a a dozen.
And you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your is running.
Who that hard outer covering?
Some chick in your mix you level with, headless horsemen?
the suffering... go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my drift you were to be catching.
nets collect dust in stagnant water.
I haven't back from you since the gag order.
Pussycat got your
it up up up up up up up (end communication)

Bad, bad actor. that script now.
Read these cue cards. 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.
flexible movement for freedom.
If the you keep bouncing off of are closing in,
theres only so much time before your rhythm broken
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 hold your hand longer than your attention span.
The two way street we are supposed to on is just
a one-way end. You're some of my best friends
Press send. Where are the donuts you've been inside?
Tow trucks 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 visit where your old 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 unsafe sex parade a marchin'.
They've got full condoms to carry you off in.
I I told you that while we were still talking.