Luyện nghe bài hát Ground Control

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

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

Don't these dead back you into bad corners?
Curbs 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 you this toast:
To all of those who promise and never made 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 looks a lot 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 musicians come a dime a dozen.
And you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your is running.
Who broke 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 back from you since the gag order.
Pussycat got your
it up up up up up up up (end communication)

Bad, bad actor. Flip script now.
Read these cue cards. your way out.
Casting girl...give the gift 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 your rhythm gets broken
I could hear it speeding up before we signal.
It caused a ripple effect. Rings on the would intersect.
Now fingers are off limits;
I can't hold your hand longer your attention span.
The two way street we are supposed to meet on is
a dead end. You're some of my best 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 dust and get exhausted, 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.
the pavement...make love while cars spin.
Be careful when the unsafe sex comes a marchin'.
They've got full condoms to carry you off in.
I wish I told you while we were still talking.