Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I drink the clouded city rain water, you never save my soul,
A pane of glass in my and I don't break it for no one,
Go - The blood runs like a when your back's turned,
And hope don't float when it's on its last words,
Word - which one you use to describe this,
I'm sick of fighting around me for silence,
Sick of to get by inside of your silly blinded,
Vision of what you life was before you dived in,
Take a look at me, I'm pickin' through my meal,
Headin' to the gallows with a on my cracked grill, and,
That's real - you can keep little 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 from underneath your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, when it all clears and the rain fade,
You can sleep with the of the skeletons in the grave.

city.
Yeah, it's really got a 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 these cobblestones and matchsticks in the back of my brain,
I learned that you don't have a single left that you can say,
That'll make me quiver when you wave it like a in my face,
Your is dead.

You can these bricks 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 like another drone that lost his way,
So the broken crown off,
Bowin' in the full of fool's gold,
Searching for a diamond in a pile of bruised hopes,
You're at me through those tiny, little two holes,
lie to you and force you to be blinded when the truth shows,
Yeah, I I'm nothing but a blood drop,
That fell out of your last plaque-listed one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm ready to be and,
Out of palms like a burgundy-patted breeze,
How poetic, you all want but won't let it,
Get a breath of any you decided it was ready to breathe,
me, that's 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 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 smile in the mirror while the of you depletes.

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

(Chorus)(2X)
You need to fight me off, I'm well on my way,
But leave these cobblestones and matchsticks in the of my brain,
I learned that you don't 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.