Luyện nghe bài hát King Medicine

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