Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I drink the clouded city rain water, you could save my soul,
A pane of glass in my and I don't break it for no one,
Go - The blood runs like a river your back's turned,
And hope don't float it's choking on its last words,
Word - one would you use to describe this,
I'm sick of everybody around me for silence,
Sick of trying to get by inside of silly blinded,
Vision of what you life was before you dived in,
a look at me, I'm pickin' through my last meal,
Headin' to the gallows a smile on my cracked grill, and,
That's real - you can keep little rap deals,
I don't give a damn about being king of the crap hill,
Stop - and let it fall where the land,
And take the earth from underneath your fragile and kickstand,
So, when it all clears and the rain 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 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.

You can these bricks all day,
But not a single one will ever get you out of and take you away,
You want a throne can never be claimed,
But stand there looking like another that lost his way,
So take the crown off,
Bowin' in the kingdom full of gold,
Searching for a diamond in a pile full of hopes,
You're looking at me through those tiny, two holes,
That lie to you and force you to be when the truth shows,
Yeah, I I'm nothing but a blood drop,
That fell out of your last number one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm to be released and,
Out of your palms a burgundy-patted breeze,
How poetic, you all change but won't let it,
Get a of any answer you decided it was ready to breathe,
Believe me, that's the of the beast,
its little 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 when all of this is over, you can up your teeth,
Just to smile in the mirror the rest of you depletes.

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

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