Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I the clouded city rain water, you could never save my soul,
A pane of glass in my stomach and I break it for no one,
Go - The blood like a river when your back's turned,
And hope float when it's choking on its last words,
Word - one would you use to describe this,
I'm sick of fighting everybody me for silence,
Sick of to get by inside of your silly blinded,
Vision of you thought life was before you dived in,
Take a look at me, I'm pickin' my last meal,
Headin' to the with a smile on my cracked grill, and,
real - you can keep your little rap deals,
'Cause I don't a damn about being king of the crap hill,
- and let it fall where the chips land,
And take the earth from your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, when it all clears and the clouds fade,
You can with the rest of the skeletons in the grave.

city.
Yeah, really got a hold on you.
city.
It's really got a on you.

(Chorus)
You don't to fight me off, I'm well on my way,
But I leave these and matchsticks in the back of my brain,
I that you don't have a single word left that you can say,
That'll make me quiver when you wave it like a in my face,
king is dead.

You can change bricks all day,
But not a single one ever get you out of here and take you away,
You want a throne can never be claimed,
But stand there looking another drone that lost his way,
So take the crown off,
Bowin' in the kingdom of fool's gold,
for a diamond in a pile full of bruised hopes,
You're looking at me through those tiny, two holes,
lie to you and force you to be blinded when the truth shows,
Yeah, I guess I'm but a blood drop,
That out of your last plaque-listed number one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm ready to be and,
Out of your like a burgundy-patted breeze,
How poetic, you all want but won't let it,
Get a breath of any answer you decided it was to breathe,
Believe me, that's the of the beast,
Break its legs and then watch it try to flee,
Watch it hobble out awful line of reach,
Turn around and the cotton out its mouth and pour its heart into the streets,
And all of this is over, you can sharpen up your teeth,
Just to in the mirror while the rest of you depletes.

city.
It's got a hold on you.
city.
Yeah, it really ate a hole you.

(Chorus)(2X)
You don't need to fight me off, I'm on my way,
But these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain,
I learned that you have a single word left that you can say,
That'll make me quiver you wave it like a knife in my face,
Your is dead.