Luyện nghe bài hát King Medicine

know that soon go crazy just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick
a pointed really stripped of all your armor
down to your very nature beneath the haze and gaze
you're such a willing stick to that wanting knife and
you've looking for it the right blade all your life
saying "who's gonna cut me to a size that suits me?
is there a worthy sculptor all you fine young knives?"
it's enough to make you your head and put it on a shelf
to cut the heart out of your chest they'll come for that as
tell me how you do that trick where you walk around asleep
save it for your doctor friend the one who keeps you under and key
you'll soon go like a bargain basement lunatic who's
not so specialized they couldn't just replace you
why don't you start crying for all that you've got here
why don't you dying before you go and get it right
now selling off the house so you can buy the farm
you cut the heart out of your chest to let the light in your arm
it's enough to make you take your and put it in a bag
to cut the out at the pink now there's nothing in the bag
foul friend you are so dying an amateur chemist now
king medicine when is it perfect? is it taking you?
there is no cure only reprieve some fleeting joy as balance
nothing is sure so every four hours king
subject loves you