Luyện nghe bài hát King Mob

King mob in a iceberg
Smoking water cigarettes
Observe as he your wasteland
punches that you never met

Controlled in a listless air
Jets are breathing in his eyes
True to form, he is scared to touch
And your stays vandalized

Success in a cut wardrobe
All the clothes loose shredded hair
Dream to a closet class war
mob in a smashed wheel chair

Nerve gas for the wounded
Suffocating in a sadists'
horses on a fading landscape
Break the but there is no air

King mob as he vents his
Throws a brick through the gates
Backfires on his wordless
The disintegrates

Cold stream plus a of carbon
Drives his mind an engine room
Cogs turning like a flawed whisper
King mob sings a lifeless

Surface
Pressure
mob

Faded wrists and the risks taking
Cleans his blade dreams he froze
moments fed on foreign textures
Breaks his mind with the things he

King mob at his console
arcades run on secret oils
Flicks a and he's the God of anger
a handle and the wasteland spoils