Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't these streets back you into bad corners?
Curbs once you sit your ass on em.
Parking overdue. Violation goes 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 showed promise and never made one broke.
I you. I never meant to lose you,
But I this road don't go where it used to.
I've got a map that looks a lot like your arms.
It aint to scale, but it details the of this song.And this one is called "Cancelled Flight Blues"
A Manipulative twist I that Manson might've used.
But poor musicians come a a dozen.
And you're the egg man, a in the pan, and your yolk is running.
Who broke that hard outer
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 dust in stagnant 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. Flip script now.
Read cue cards. Find your way out.
Casting call girl...give the of yourself...
to the dark.

You're a lint who moves on the whim of the wind.
flexible movement for freedom.
If the you keep bouncing off of are closing in,
theres so much time before your rhythm gets broken
I could hear it up before we lost signal.
It caused a ripple effect. on the radar would intersect.
Now fingers are off limits;
I can't hold your hand 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 you've been lost inside?
Tow trucks you've been forced to Hold ups at the border line?
Customs will costumes.
Eat my dust and get exhausted, fed by car fumes.
I afford a duty tax so expensive.
Come off your head trip and visit your old friends live.
sensitive...like the time...critical.
You swore to God on a lie and die...you're invincible.
Kiss the pavement...make love cars spin.
Be when the unsafe sex parade comes a marchin'.
got full body condoms to carry you off in.
I wish I told you that while we still talking.