Luyện nghe bài hát Kings

I drink the clouded city rain water, you could never my soul,
A pane of in my stomach and I don't break it for no one,
Go - The blood runs a river 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 trying to get by inside of silly blinded,
Vision of what you thought life was you dived in,
Take a look at me, I'm through my last meal,
Headin' to the with a smile on my cracked grill, and,
That's - you can keep your little rap deals,
'Cause I give a damn about being king of the crap hill,
Stop - and let it where the chips land,
And take the from underneath your fragile pride and kickstand,
So, it all clears and the rain clouds fade,
You can sleep with the of the skeletons in the grave.

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

(Chorus)
You don't need to fight me off, I'm 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 me quiver when you wave it like a knife in my face,
Your is dead.

You can change bricks all day,
But not a single one will ever get you out of here and you away,
You want a throne can never be claimed,
But stand there looking like another drone that 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 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 fell out of your plaque-listed number one spot,
Coagulate me, I'm ready to be and,
Out of your palms like a breeze,
How poetic, you all change 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 legs and then watch it try to flee,
Watch it hobble out your line of reach,
Turn around and pull the out its mouth and pour its heart into the streets,
And when all of is over, you can sharpen up your teeth,
Just to smile in the while 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 that you don't have a single word left you can say,
That'll make me when you wave it like a knife in my face,
Your is dead.