Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I drink the clouded city rain water, you could save my soul,
A pane of glass in my stomach and I don't it for no one,
Go - The blood runs like a when your back's turned,
And hope don't when it's choking on its last words,
- which one would you use to describe this,
I'm sick of everybody around me for silence,
Sick of trying to get by of your silly blinded,
of what you thought life was before you dived in,
Take a look at me, I'm through my last meal,
to the gallows with a smile on my cracked grill, and,
That's real - you can keep your rap deals,
'Cause I don't give a damn about king of the crap hill,
Stop - and let it where the chips land,
And take the earth from your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, it all clears and the rain clouds fade,
You can sleep with the rest of the in the grave.

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

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

You can change these all day,
But not a single one ever get you out of here and take you away,
You a throne that can never be claimed,
But stand there looking like another drone lost his way,
So take the crown off,
Bowin' in the kingdom full of gold,
for a diamond in a pile full of bruised hopes,
You're looking at me those tiny, little two holes,
That lie to you and force you to be blinded when the shows,
Yeah, I I'm nothing but a blood drop,
That out of your last plaque-listed number one spot,
me, I'm ready to be released and,
Out of palms like a burgundy-patted breeze,
How poetic, you all want but won't let it,
Get a breath of any answer you it was ready to breathe,
Believe me, the nature of the beast,
Break its little legs and watch it try to flee,
Watch it hobble out your line of reach,
Turn around and pull the cotton out its and pour its heart into the streets,
And when all of this is over, you can up your teeth,
Just to smile in the mirror while the of you depletes.

city.
It's really got a 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 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 me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face,
Your is dead.