Luyện nghe bài hát King Medicine

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