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

Don't these dead streets back you into bad
crumble once you sit your ass on em.
Parking meters overdue. goes 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 and never made one that broke.
I salute you. I never to lose you,
But I this road don't go where it used to.
got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms.
It aint to scale, but it the name of this song.And this 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 in the pan, and your yolk is running.
Who that hard outer covering?
Some chick in mix you couldn't level with, headless horsemen?
the suffering... go the direction...
following air currents, but it was my drift you were to be catching.
Fish nets collect dust in water.
I haven't heard back from you the gag order.
Pussycat got your
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 lint who moves on the whim of the wind.
Confused flexible for freedom.
If the walls you keep off of are closing in,
only so much time before your rhythm gets broken
I could hear it up before we lost signal.
It caused a effect. Rings on the radar would intersect.
Now fingers are off limits;
I can't hold your longer than your attention span.
The two way we are supposed to meet on is just
a one-way end. You're some of my best friends
send. Where are the donuts you've been lost inside?
Tow trucks you've been forced to ride? Hold ups at the border
will confiscate 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 swore to God on a lie and die...you're invincible.
Kiss the pavement...make love cars spin.
Be careful when the unsafe sex parade a marchin'.
They've got full body condoms to you off in.
I I told you that while we were still talking.